This picture does not do his rosy cheeks justice...
and that hat is not pink, I swear.

Jude, mid-sentence, letting you know that in these uncertain times, he misses Bill...

Look, I don't care who you are, that is funny.

Jude disappoints his mom, actually enjoys snow...

Christmas, Grandma's House, 2006

This is what happens when you ask toddlers to pose...

Observe their distressed faces. Wonder what's behind the tears.
{Madi and Jude, upon the ending of Sesame Street}

Skeletor (left) and Dorothy (right)

Jude's a dad! Oh wait, not medically possible. Jude and his new cousin (as if he needed more girls around)...

Jude and Madi...

Happy Birthday...

Contrary to what Jude's face is telling us, he totally loves her...

Jude and Madi, stunned...

Giddy-up...

though jude-bug hates pacifiers (he was always too cool for that) and dora who, by the way, sucks at exploring, he must use these tools when giving a dead on impression of madison...

we are mean. we wrap my small child in aprons and take his picture, like he's a girl. he's only smiling because we didn't make him wear the gold heels to match...

though the bug's hair appears to have been perfectly coiffed for this shot, i promise not a drop of gel, hairspray, or mousse was used. he's just naturally hip...

notice the state of disarray in our home: potholders in the hallway, a random shoe iin the kitchen, and christmas decorations next to the microwave?! also notice that jude could give a shit less, one of the numerous reasons why i love him so...

they somehow never get bored...

showin' some love...

behold, the squirrel whisperer!

rock star in training

[brace yourself] jude is sick and is sneezing a lot. look at him, he is clearly not well. so last night at dinner, fettucine with mushrooms, he sneezes up a noodle. yes, a noodle. and then he preceeds to...

after the sneezing, jude being a small boy and knowing no better, sucks up and digests the noodle he has just catipulted from his nose. (thank god for cameras!)

a pretend nap with monkey. or a midday trist, who knows...

we like to party, we like to party.

teaching pops the 'o' face. he's a very fast learner for a truck driver, you know...

jude scaled the media center and managed to get himself stuck in the hole 4 ft. off the ground - i'm raising an einstein, so smart he's just silly.

perfume (rt. hand) and tampons (lft. hand) - clearly jude needs some male interaction lest he turn into a female...

yeah dude!

jude and his great-great-grandma - who has a twice great grandma?!

jude attempts to force feed his apparently malnourished and incredibly expensive monkey.

jude takes a bath...

i once thought, or assumed i guess, that babies needed a bath nightly. then i read something in one of my 'here's how to raise a kid' books and it said that babies needed to bathe every 2-3 days. so i forced myself to get over the guilt associated with putting him to bed with dry hair and his baths now occur less often.
so every other night we venture to the bathroom and jude sits in the bath until the water is cold and his fingers and little toes look like prunes. he splashes and runs from one end of the tub to the other. he jumps up and fights while i wash his hair though the burt's bees baby shampoo and wash bar from his godmother, ashley, seem to ease his squeemish-ness when it comes to suds being dumped on his head.
tonight, bath night, he learned how to fill his astronaut up with water and squirt me in the face, a task he's been diligently trying to master for a week or so now. so i retaliated. he too got it in the face.

watch it all go down...

ignore the house in disarray and check out jude performing his 6:30 am morning ritual: the couch, pbs kids, and crackers for breakfast.

jude and pops, shootin' the shit...

going through mommy's purse keeps my screamer shut.

hanging out in the turtle...