Feb. 26, 2006 Day 60: Sleep Mode

Again, I apologize to my readers for being away for so long, but I've been in hybernation since, as Momma CJ described, "The computer got a booboo."

But Daddy B let me use his work computer to just post a shout out. So, this is me shouting out to you.

Shhhh. Be quiet for a second. I sense a feline force nearby, and I think its name is Polo the Cat. I can feel him sniffing at my new fashionable head gear. He should know better than to wake a sleeping bear...

Feb. 18, 2006 Day 52: Party in My Crib

I had my first crib party this weekend, and it was a great opportunity to invite my new friend Duck Boy.

Duck Boy and I chilled and watched my mobile spin round and round for a couple of hours.

We then discussed controversial topics such as diaper rash and crawling vs. waddling, and shared passages from our favorite baby and duck blogs.

After throwing back three bottles of formula a piece, we were pooped and ready to tune into my favorite lullaby CD and tune out for the night.

I tried loaning Duck Boy some of my footed pajamas, but he couldn't squeeze his webbed feet into them. So Momma CJ swaddled us both up real tight in blankets and we were fast asleep, dreaming about things that 52-day-old boys and ... I don't know Duck Boy's age, but he looks a little older. I'm thinking he's maybe 60 days old ... I wonder what 60-day-old ducks dream about...

Feb. 11, 2006 Day 45 SPECIAL EDITION: Super Bowl XL From the Perspective of an XS

I'm baaaaaaaack! Please forgive me for my absence readers, but I was whisked away last week by Super Bowl XL, an event that some are referring to as the "BIGGEST EVENT IN DETROIT HISTORY SINCE THE BIRTH OF HUDSON" ... OK, so maybe I'm the only one referring to it as that, but it's my blog, and if you want to refer to it as something else, get your own blog! (Sorry, I'm still a little crabby and tired. I think some baby from Seattle -- a miniature Seahawk fan -- stole one of my pacifiers ... sore loser.)

Anyway, to remember this once-and-a-lifetime experience, I thought I'd take you through my Super Bowl Day. It all started with a bubble bath in my own Super Bowl (I still got some of that Nurse Irene humor left over -- see one of my early entries if you don't get that joke.) I wanted to look good for my night on the town, so I asked momma CJ to get me all glossed up -- "Don't forget to wipe under the armpits mom. This is a special night," I said. If you're noticing something that's missing from this picture, don't worry, it's not the settings on your computer. I just thought I'd leave out some of the details I don't wish to share with my readers. It's not that kind of blog.

As you can see, I wasn't pleased with the first outfit Momma CJ put on me. I mean, don't get me wrong, overalls are great and all, but this is the Super Bowl, not a monster truck rally.


But we recuperated, and I was dressed and ready to go to show Detroit that there ain't no party like a Hudson party because a Hudson party... a Hudson party... I don't remember the rest of it, but it doesn't matter, because most babies my age don't even know what it's like to be Hudson.


Let's just say that I'm a baby who knows people ... I have lots of friends, and made many more on my Super adventure, including some cowboys...






a taxi driver (pictured, right)...






and the paparazzi. No more pictures, please. No more pictures, I said!



All in all, it was a night to remember, and me and Daddy B were worn out from this manly experience, so we took a manly nap, like bears would ... tough grizzly bears ... because we're men, and this day belonged to us.

Sorry mom, for not including your pic in this entry. I promise to get you back on Valentine's Day or some other feminine holiday ... Wow, I think that may have been my first chauvinist comment ever. Don't blame me mom. It's the Super Bowl talking... It's the Super Bowl.

Feb. 6, 2006 Day 40: Birthday Shout Out

Haven't written in a while. I've been caught up in Detroit's Super Bowl fever. Met a few babies from Pittsburgh who were in town for the event. They kept singing that Raffi song, "The Wheels on the Bus." It's a great song, but I grew tired of it after a while. Don't Pittsburgh babies know the lyrics to any other songs? Geez!


Anyway, I'll have more on the Super Bowl later, including some pics, but in the meantime, I wanted to take a moment to wish Grandma B a happy birthday. I couldn't get you a cake, because I'm not allowed to play with candles or any other form of fire, but I did put aside a bottle of formula for your birthday. Just shake it a little bit and it's ready to go. Happy Birthday Grandma!