The Midge Reveal... Part 2: Hudson's Room

Hmm...what could this light and colorful place of a room be?
Let's take a gander.


Judging by the passed-out toddler in that crib, this must be the man of the house's lair.

Indeed, it is.
The little poophead darling has a reading and play nook, which somehow ends up in the yet-to-be-revealed living room more often than not.


Sleeping/changing. Love this crib.

The mobile has origami fishies.


For those curious about Mona, it is a screenprinted poster--way cooler than your average glossy poster.


The end.

See the set on flickr here.

Our new mutt

Apples or oranges? Cats or dogs? I'm not a big fan of fruit or pets at this point in time.
However, I've been thinking about the furry friends lately. Before I even conceived a child my mom has been threatening to buy my kid a puppy. Why? Well, back in the day I spent 400 of my hard unearned savings to buy an overgrown chihuahua puppy from a store in the mall. I downright staged a protest in the middle of the mall to get that thing. He was like the opposite of the runt of the litter, but that look was heartwrenching. That protest to get him was where my efforts stopped in regards to Chichi. I took him out when I felt like it, and he had free reign to mark the house the rest of the time.

The dog was so nuts that he would attack strangers as they left, rather than when they came in. Needless to say, my mom wasn't pleased that the obnoxiously crazy dog was hers to take out at 6 a.m. in the middle of Midwestern winters.

We had a cat, beloved Boots, who lived to a ripe old age with much less fuss. I do think I'm more of a cat person. Felines have an heir of snob about them and generally keep to themselves unless they're complaining or want something. In comparison to the needy and hyperactive canines, cats are relatively easy. That's totally my style.
{ Don't read too much into the "easy" part, mkay? }

Anyhoo, bless her heart my mom did get Hudson a dog this past weekend or so, and I tell ya what--I love the sucker. I've had my eyes on this very dog for four whole years. Four.

Just have a look-see at this magnificent creature. He (or she?) is excellent with Hudson, is by far the easiest pet you will come across, and oh that beautiful, lustrous coat.



Ta-dah!!

He/she is still unnamed, but surely something will come to me before the lug expires or gets stolen. Don't let the charming good looks fool you...




...it bites!

This, my two blog readers, is where cats fail. They just can't guard an adorable little cottage the way a 150-lb pink bulldog statue can. Thank you, freaking thank you, Grandma, for either being a) forgetful or b) not nearly as vengeful as I had come to believe.

When does this start? Already?!

My darling dear Hudson has strucken a fancy with the female gender--so much so that a good clean trip to the punkin' patch was overshadowed by a 16-month-old's crush. You see, after a rousing day of errands in the bigger town next to us (home of a Wal-Marts!), we stopped at a sandwich shop where Hudson laid eyes on his very first crush. I don't blame the kid--those pigtails and stuffed animal she was carrying were just too precious. Needless to say, Hudson smeared a few spoonfuls of his yogurt everywhere (bumbling fool) and didn't touch his food until she left the premises. Poor fella.

Then we had to make the trip to the patch--mommy had her camera with, afterall. And what.do.you.know. There she was, a family heir to the great patch itself. Hudson was only temporarily sidetracked from the beauty by the assortment of wagons to haul pumpkins push around to impress the ladies.


Is she looking at me?

How 'bout now?


All in all, my little charmer had a good outing....
it's just Mommy who isn't ready for this.

Hudson is holding Mommy's phone when she gets a text message. The phone is on vibrate.
Mommy: "What does it say, big man?"
Hudson: " vvvvvvvvv"

{ Fresh Photo Friday }