On Monday night I was called into work to help recover an open heart patient. Desperate for help, I called my mom to help with the little chickens, since G was at work too. MeMe was quick to oblige. And by oblige I mean- let Hudson eat ice cream for dinner and stay up until midnight.
Anyways, MeMe and Hudson had a lot of fun. And, MeMe helped teach Hudson about how old he would be on his birthday- 2 bites. 2 bites (years) = 2 bites of ice cream. Duh.
That is not a typo. MeMe gave Hudson 2 bites of ice cream, because he would be 2 (bites) on his birthday.
Obviously, I was thrilled when I came home, after a long night of work. Thrilled. But. When the help is free, you cant complain. So. Thanks, MeMe.
Tonight, our baby turned 2. Officially. 2 bites. It was perfect. Friends and family helped us celebrate our precious Hudson. Oogoo-gi.
He was happy. And perfect. I am beaming. I CAN NOT believe that my BABY is 2. I'm a mess, really. I feel pride, happiness, fear, and sadness- all at the same time. Where are the fucking tissues? Cant you see a Mama is crying over here?!?!?!?!
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| the karaoke machine he got from my in laws..... |
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| nothing says thank you like a drum set or spray paint (for my nephew).... |
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| or a paint ball gun.... you better sleep with one eye open.... |
Happy Birthday Hudson, Mommy loves you. Despite the karaoke machine, you are still my favorite.
Loves.
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