A Solid Plan

Well, strap me to a papasan and call me chowboy. This weekend I was introduced to "solids". Now, I would call it a lot of things -- but solid? Nah. Hardly solid if you ask me. But, guess what? I liked it, I'm not going to lie. Tastes like chicken (...right?)

I also went in a "pool" for the first time on Saturday...or at least that's what I was told. Look at the picture. Does that look like a pool? Can anyone "swim" in that? Hey I know -- let's invite the neighbors and have relay races. Come on, now. A pool. Really? I should've peed if I wanted to wet my bathing suit. My parents...they try.

Note: I will add that on Sunday, after a great chill session at Logan's house with Ava, Lillian, Logan, and Gunnison, I stopped over at grandma's. And it was there that I got in a REAL pool for the first time. It was only a quick late afternoon dip...but it was perfect and it got me thinking: If I keep eating that mushy rice stuff, I'll continue to grow. Then one day I'll be able to swim in grandma's pool or Pop-Pop's pool or grandma vegas' pool or the ocean, and I won't ever be subjected to the inflatable ankle-wetter sitting in my front yard again. That's a deal worth eating for.

-Hudson

Prom Night

My aunt Tiffany had her prom tonight, so I took a back seat in the rent's car to go and see her in her dress. I had to stare at her for quite a while, as you can see in the first pic, because she looked so perfect (not to mention I wanted to chew on her hair). Then I offered to chaperone, but she thought I might need a diaper change in the middle of the night and delay plans. I agreed that it probably wasn't a great idea, so I stayed back at Grandma's house and had a rub-a-dub (you know, that's the fancy word for "bath"...remember?)

So, I hope she's having fun tonight. You know, I can't even remember my prom...or wait, maybe that's because it's not for another 18 years. Oh man...

For the record

I love chicks. I finally met Ava today. Oh man, she's a hottie. And she's officially old enough to chill in a car seat...which means I knew I had to turn on the charm to impress. I brought her a flower. She never woke to see it. Actually, I think she heard about Lillian and was playing hard to get. I know how it is. But once she sees my thighs I'll be a star in her big brown or blue or green eyes...give it a little time.

-Hudson

This Just In

 Good evening everyone. Tonight in the Hudstown news at 8:45 (I would do the news at 9, but I'm not gonna make it)...I went to meet Lillian yesterday on a bib date. Or at least I thought that's what it was. I wore my "Tastes Like Chicken" bib hoping to impress, hinting that I don't actually eat chicken, but I was quick to notice she left her bib off. Well, you have got to see the diapers on her....talk about having it all...great disposition, makes me laugh, she's focused, and she's a knockout. Like her mom. And her dad is, um, well...she's like her mom. Ok, moving on...
I stopped by Grandma's house on the way home...but this isn't about me right now. I would like to take a quick second to personally invite every single Baltimore Oriole in the north Jersey vicinity to stop by her backyard and enjoy a few peanuts or seeds or whatever. Consider it an open bar. Enjoy! She was very excited that one of you flew by earlier in the day. But please, peck responsibly. Don't fly if you've had too much from the feeder. 
Pause: Have a look at my hunky leg moment...ok move on...
Lastly, look how much fun my mommy is having. I just let her have her fun and hang out for as long as I can without, you know, poopin' or spittin'. I just figure, "Ah, she's having a good time. Let her go."

That's it for today. Thanks for checkin' in...I'm out. Stay tuned for Family Guy.  

-Hudson