Nov. 28, 2006 Day 335: Hudson for Person of the Year?

You may see my round face in Times Square soon.

I was recently nominated for the Person of the Year honor, which would earn me a spot on the cover of the Time magazine and on a big board in Times Square.

Who do you think should be person of the year? I did up a survey where you can pick your person... I voted for myself... Sorry, Polo.

Nov. 27, 2006 Day 334 SPECIAL EDITION: Thanksgiving Memories

I'm going to get a onesie with words printed on it that say, "I conquered Thanksgiving. Did you?"

From parade watching, to ice skating watching, to turkey eating and watching others eat turkey, I did it all. Now, let's take a look back at the events that took place:

The "Biggest Bar Night"

I overheard mom and dad saying the day before Thanksgiving is the "biggest bar night of the year." I'm not sure what that means exactly, but it sounds like some sort of competition. Me, mom and dad decided to spend this "biggest bar night of the year" watching ice skating people.

I've never been on ice before, but it looks like you have to have some sort of special shoes to walk on it. I've opened and closed my closet doors several hundred times, and I've never seen any shoes like this, so, it looks like I'll have to get some if I want to do any walking on the slippery stuff.

After watching the ice people, we went to a tie place to eat tie food. The food was not in knots, so I'm not sure why they call it tie... but it tasted good anyway. We were the only people in the restaurant, so I got to walk around and touch all of the chairs.

What's Today?
"What's today? Parade day!" That was the chant that was going on around town as I prepared to go to my first-ever Thanksgiving Day parade. Mom and Dad got me all bundled up to watch from the streets, but I didn't even need the bundle since some friends of ours let me in this tall building to watch from above. Someone told me that getting upstairs to watch makes you a V-I-P. So, I guess you can call me V-I-P from now on. Or, you can just call me Hudson like everyone else does.

Anyway, I enjoyed watching the floaties that passed by the windows, and I got to see all the tiny people lined up on the street screaming and yelling at the floaties. I laughed and screamed and yelled, too, from above, but I don't think they could hear me.

Turkey Time
I've read that British babies have something they call "tea time," and dads of British and American babies have something they call "tee time," but this baby has something I like to call "turkey time."

Turkey time is the time when you sit down to eat turkey. Pretty clever, right?

Well, I spent my turkey time at Grandma D's and boy did I ever stuff myself with stuffing and turkey and sweet potatoes and more sweet potatoes and more turkey and water and soy milk and more soy milk and pumpkin pie!!! Have you tried this stuff? Nobody told me. I think they were keeping it a secret so they could have more to themselves... well, the secret is out now, and I'm now in the pumpkin pie fan club.

Needles to say, it was a feast to remember, and like I said in my last post, a stomach to forget. I said goodbye to my days of being a lean-bellied baby, and said hello to my unbuttoned-pants future.

Nov. 21, 2006 Day 328: Say Goodbye Stomach

Hello readers. It's been a while since I've spoke to you, but here's the update: I'm real close to walking. I'm not quite there yet, but I'm close. Let's just say I'm taking baby steps. Hah! That was funny wasn't it. Baby steps. Oh boy. What a hoot.

Anyway, you may be wondering why I have this ancient photo posted. Well, that there is what I call "The History of My Stomach." Take a good look at that lean physique because it's going to be gone after Turkey Day.

This will be my first Thanksgiving ever and I plan on eating twice my weight in food. I'm going to have turkey and mashed potatoes and green beans and squash and sweet potatoes and ... more sweet potatoes and when my mom is not looking, I'm going to bat my eyelashes at Grandma D and charm her into giving me some pumpkin pie.

I think Grandma D will be making most of the food, but I'm going to bring a dish to contribute to the festivities: I call it "Formula." Dig in everybody!

Well, that's all for now folks, but before you log off your computer, don't forget to say goodbye to my stomach. It's the last time you'll see it.

Nov. 12, 2006 Day 319: Hudson's Tribute to the Creator of 'Upside-Down Baby'

This post is dedicated to the creator of one of the best games ever created, the "Upside-Down Baby" game.

Who is the genious behind this playtime activity that defies gravity? Momma CJ!

Happy Birthday Momma CJ. I was going to buy you a card, but Daddy B said you don't like cards, so I thought I would do a post on my blog, The Swaddle Report, instead. Are you familiar with my blog, mom? Just kidding. I know you've read it before.

Anyway, I'm glad that we are mom and son, and it's always fun playing with you, and I hope that someday when I'm bigger, I can flip you upside down, so you can experience the funnest part of the game you invented. But no matter how big I am, and no matter if I'm right side up or upside down, I'll always look up to you for your inventioning and your beautiful singing voice and being a pretty girl (dad told me to throw in that last one). Happy birthday mom!

Nov. 7, 2006 Day 314 ELECTION DAY: Hudson in 2048

I may be a future president of the United States of America, according to sources close to me (my mom and dad and grandparents).

You, my readers, might be asking, "Hudson, what makes you think you could be president?" My answer would simply be, "All it takes is a handshake."

That's right. I shook the hand of a former president (William Jefferson Clinton) this weekend, and I'm pretty sure that's how most of the presidents became presidents, so, you can start getting the Hudson in '48 buttons made... I picked 2048 as the year I would run. I figure that will give me some time to finish school and get my hair white enough to become a president.

Anyway, enough politicking speak. I am a baby who believes that the pictures are in the pudding... or the proof is in the pictures... something like that. Here's a play-by-play of my presidential handshake. The shake took place somewhere between the second and third photos. Don't believe me? Just ask Bill Clinton. The yellow arrows in the pictures will help guide you through this tour: