My Baby

So......a cute Hudson story. 

You all know that after we had Lauren and Jon Owen, Jay and I went back and forth over whether or not to have a third child.  We had a boy.  We had a girl.  They were both healthy and beautiful.  And I was no spring chicken.  But still, something very strong made me feel like our family wasn't complete.  And so sometimes, now -- when I look at Hudson, when he says something cute or has a great expression on his face, I think, I am SO GLAD we had him!  What would our lives be without him???  And so I grab him and hug him tight and say, "oh Hudson, you're my baby."

And over the years, he has come to know that this is the ultimate endearment.  So now, when he is feeling snuggly or lovey, he says, "Mommy, I your baby."  I love it, it's awesome.

But tonight, he was tired and cranky and angry at Daddy for giving him a bath and he yelled, "DADDY YOU NOT MY BABY!"

I suppose it rubs both ways.  Totally funny.