Sorry I don't have any pictures to post today. I will get some posted tomorrow or Friday. I can't believe a week has gone by since I last posted!
We just got home from Granny's. I sent us with enough food for a week! Hudson has plenty of mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, and vegetable soup for the next few days. His eating has been great over the past few weeks. We are trying new things and he does well with them. He likes apples, peaches, and strawberries. I even gave him a piece of meat the other day and he chewed it up and swallowed it. It takes him a LLLLLOOOOONNNNGGGG time to chew the food, but I'm not complaining because he is doing so good. I am still pureeing some stuff, if I didn't it would take him a couple of hours to eat (Ha!). But I made a some potato soup (O'Charley's-good stuff!) the other day and instead of pureeing it I cut the potatoes very small and he has done really well with chewing them and not trying to swallow them whole-woohoo!
Okay, enough about food. He is really trying new words and noises and has even begun to sing his first song. It isn't much, but it's something. He says "row, row, row..." and then looks at me to finish the song. My new favorite animal noise is the turkey, it is so funny watching him "gobble". I don't think I could make a list of his new words, I'm afraid I would leave something off. But since it was raining this morning Jason stayed in and fed him while I went and fed horses. When I came home he was saying "Jesus", it's his own version, but that's what he was saying, it is sweet.
Yesterday we had a major breakdown. There was a cricket in the floor. He wasn't sure about it so being the goofy mom that I am I kicked it across the kitchen floor. With my last kick, it landed on his toes and started to move around. Hudson was shaking and screaming he was so scared. "Great job, Linds., now you have to do something about this so he's not deathly afraid of crickets his whole life", I thought! So I proceeded to pick the cricket up and rub it like a dog and talk really sweet to it. No, it's not my proudest moment, all I kept thinking was, "Cricket, please don't move because if I jump and scream then he'll really be scared." After a few minutes of this he finally rubbed the cricket and talked to it like he does the dogs-so funny! Oh, to be a fly on the wall in the Carney house would be pure entertainment!