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| Although dead, still, this is our beach paradise. We walk past and dream about summer, sunshine and warm sand between our toes... Ahhhh |
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| Hudson has to be bundled up of course. Of course. The wind that comes off Michigan Lake sometimes is enough to freeze you to the middle of your thickest bones... and Hudson has just a lot of tiny bones at present (although it feels like they're made of lead from Mom's standpoint as the "carrier"). Anyway, we keep him snug as a bug in a rug. |
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| This is Hudson't new sidekick: his pointer finger. I guess it's his way of emphasizing he has something really important to say--Even if that means a whole lot of babbling. |
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| If he isn't waving his pudgy little finger around and sticking it in tiny slots around the house, then he's using it to point to everything that catches his eye just so he knows I'm paying attention. |
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| Hudson definitely has his own personality that is rapidly developing. He gets a kick out of his own jokes as you can tell. We never know the punch line to his jokes, but we ALWAYS end up laughing, whatever it is. |
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