[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...

jude, 1:30 a.m., refusing to sleep.

the infamous 'o' face.

clearly more interested in the squirrel than mom...

'wake up and live'

a day at the park...

hallo. my name is oliver twist. may i have anova bow' o' soup?

mom makes brownies, jude washes the dishes...

observe the cheek fatness - ain't it sweet?!

'i'm smarter than the president...'

jude reading the god-forsaken 'book of pooh'. he has yet to reach the incident in which pooh's enormous, suger-filled ass gets lodged in rabbit's front hole...

jude with his best friend, andy.

two graham crackers are simply not enough.

hey brotha'!

jude loungin' with andy.

jude reading the god-forsaken 'book of pooh'. he has yet to reach the incident involving pooh' enormous, sugar-filled ass getinng lodged in rabbit's front hole...