He's been getting dramatic lately. We've heard several times after (minor) disappointments "This is the worst day ever!"
After getting home from my brothers wedding late at night:
Me: Hudson, you were so good at the wedding. Wasn't that fun?
Hudson: That was not fun.
then as we kneeled down for family prayer he said with a big smile on his face, "I'm one tired, sleepy little boy!"
After telling him that our neighbors are moving, "That's horrible!" (He doesn't even know them that well)
"Mom, a saber-toothed tiger is my favorite saber-toothed animal."
Hudson's suggestions for baby brother's name are either "Mr. Toots-a-lot" or "Jack went to Monkeys".
At one Sunday dinner, we were talking about my parents next door neighbors who are elderly and going downhill, losing their memory and probably shouldn't be driving anymore. Suddenly Hudson pipes up with, "Who are you guys talking about? In my mind, I'm thinkin' your talking about the Petersens!" (This is funnier if you know the Petersen's are my parents neighbors who are about their same age- far from being elderly and decrepit.)
One day he announced, "This baby brother is going to be our last baby." He repeated his view on our family planning several times later that day. (To clarify, we don't have a solid plan on if this baby will be our last or not, but Hudson has been SO EXCITED for this baby to come, so it surprised us that he doesn't want any more) He then went on to say, "I'm okay if our aunts and uncles have more babies, I just don't want any more babies in THIS family."
After getting home from my brothers wedding late at night:
Me: Hudson, you were so good at the wedding. Wasn't that fun?
Hudson: That was not fun.
then as we kneeled down for family prayer he said with a big smile on his face, "I'm one tired, sleepy little boy!"
After telling him that our neighbors are moving, "That's horrible!" (He doesn't even know them that well)
"Mom, a saber-toothed tiger is my favorite saber-toothed animal."
Hudson's suggestions for baby brother's name are either "Mr. Toots-a-lot" or "Jack went to Monkeys".
At one Sunday dinner, we were talking about my parents next door neighbors who are elderly and going downhill, losing their memory and probably shouldn't be driving anymore. Suddenly Hudson pipes up with, "Who are you guys talking about? In my mind, I'm thinkin' your talking about the Petersens!" (This is funnier if you know the Petersen's are my parents neighbors who are about their same age- far from being elderly and decrepit.)
One day he announced, "This baby brother is going to be our last baby." He repeated his view on our family planning several times later that day. (To clarify, we don't have a solid plan on if this baby will be our last or not, but Hudson has been SO EXCITED for this baby to come, so it surprised us that he doesn't want any more) He then went on to say, "I'm okay if our aunts and uncles have more babies, I just don't want any more babies in THIS family."
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