5 Months In a Minute or Two

Some of you have been asking for videos. Well,  this isn't an oscar winning director's cut or anything, but dada slapped a little quickie together to hold you over ...

 -H

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

Finding Lost City

Hey all, Hudson here. I took my first trip to "Lost City" in the Shawangunks today. I don't know why it's called Lost City... apparently everyone knows where it is. There was an impressive crew of boulderers up there today, including that guy behind me in the pic -- that's Carmine (or "lito" as my dad calls him). He's a cool dude. Here he's warming up and dipping his hands in his chalk bag. And that brings me to a good point: If I have a hand free, why would I put it in a bag of chalk when I can stick it in my mouth and chew? Hand in the mouth = pleasure time. But to each his own. Live and let spit, I say. 

Lost city was fun, though. The hike was grueling...for my mom, my dad, and my aunt...Hahahaha! What are you kidding me? I got carried in like a king. I got to focus on gooing and gahing at the babbling brooks, rocks, trees and sky. I was fed lunch in the cool shade of a giant boulder, while I watched everyone around me climb. And I slept in the quiet of a mountain breeze (well, when the crew wasn't screaming bloody flapper like a bunch of luhoooozers on moderate boulder problems). I was hovering in the arms of my mommy, my aunt Nicole, and my auntie Summer for most of the day, taking it all in. In fact, my feet never even touched the ground. That's some serious control technique my friends. How many people do you know get that kind of royal treatment? None I bet. Like I said before... king.

What else? I talked a lot today. I'm really starting to find my voice and I'm not afraid to use it. You know, it's been a cool couple of weeks. I'm really learning a ton. I get curious about stuff and then I just go for it. Sort of like Marky Mark was doing today, searching for watermelon colored tape in Lost City ... but not really. He's probably still there looking. I, on the other hand, have been finding the things I look for. And it feels pretty darn good.

Hudson

45 Degrees and Money

Yo, first I wanna give a shout out to all my homies who've been checking in on the blog. Second, I gotta stop talking like that...blame it on my dad. Every now and then he starts with the "yo wuttup", "word", "that's dope", "yeah kid"... I mean, what's he think? I'm only a little dude, you know? I'm trying to learn to speak properly, and THIS kind of stuff is bound to start rubbing off. Come on, now. He really thinks he's cool and in tune. He's about as in tune as his guitar, and if you ever heard him play then you know exactly what I'm saying. Crack Johnson... I'd rather listen to Dug screeching about riding a steel horse. 

Anyway, my blog. I almost forgot getting all carried away with that nonsense. Today was awesome! I was supposed to go to the Gunks and hang out by rocks and trees in the mountains but instead, for some reason only my rents could possibly know, I did absolutely nothing for most of the day! Thanks guys. I was bored out of my one-sie. That is until we went to Logan's house. Logan's house made everything better. He showed me a few boulder problems that his dad, Walter, put up on their new 45 degree climbing wall in the garage. Logan and I were cracking up because our dads were talking about how hard the problems were and that the holds were all tiny, but truthfully...buckets. The holds on that wall were buckets and Logan and I could've taken naps in them if we wanted to. Basically our rents are weaksauce. (But don't tell them we said that. They might get all bent outta shape like little Baby Einstein finger puppets). We couldn't climb though because...well...for starters I can't even walk yet, so that's a pretty big factor. So we just hung out for a while and then we had some dinner. I enjoyed a nice hearty bottle of Alimentum, with rice and Zantac, while Logan had the Apple-Pear sauce and carrot puree with a side of juice. We dined, I pooped, and that was it  -- we called it a night. It turned out to be a good day. And I think tomorrow I'm actually going to the Gunks. We'll see...yo.

Hudson