The Big Number Two For Old Blue Eyes

Hudson is now 2 years old. He doesn't feel that old since he still doesn't talk. At all. He does say dad, car (with the Brooklyn accented cah), fish (sheesh), shark (darsh), don't, yes (des), and the at least 1000 times a day favorite word... ball. But still no mom. Traitor. He even says basketball. How can the word basketball be easier to say than mom? I am officially offended.

Here is the big #2 in pictures of our Buster:

He loves her the best.

He thinks he is the funniest.

He is learning to tolerate this one.

His favorite things.

His favorite place.

He does this when he doesn't want to eat.

And this.

And this.

We call it the wrist action. He twists his hand inward and will only swat at the incoming utensil with the back of his wrist. I know. He's weird. But it cracks me up.

His hair is still awesome. He's 2 years old and no haircut yet. Mom is winning that one!

This guy can light up a room. He is so happy and so crazy that you have no choice but to laugh. And once he knows he's got you going, he will stop at nothing to keep it up. He's our growling, face pulling, Hakka dancing, ball throwing, funny guy. And even though he won't say mom, I love him more than anything. Happy birthday, Buster Blue Eyes.