




I remember those quiet mornings out hoeing my garden, listening to the birds sing before there was Hudson. Now that I'm a mom, my garden weeding sounds more like this, "Hudson! Quit stepping on the peas!" "Hudson, don't hoe the carrots!" "Be careful when you swing your hoe." Today was no different. I had to tell him to not hoe my zinnias or marigolds. It will be a miracle if we are able to harvest anything from our garden.



I found this little tent while garage selling a few weeks ago. After trying to set it up outside in gale force winds, we opted to bring it inside. It now occupies a corner in Hudson's room. He absolutely loves it. We read stories and play games in there. When it's nap time, we head for the tent. And bedtime it's back to the tent again. Every once and awhile he chooses to sleep in his bed. We might have to take the tent down so it's no longer an option as I continue to get fatter. It's not the prettiest sight to watch me wallow in and out. I'm afraid I might become stuck in it one of the days.


he way home.

Last night we loaded Makita up in the back of the pickup and set out to help Brent change water. Okay, well I had no intentions of setting any siphon tubes, but decided to take my camera and tag along. Hudson was looking stylish with his boots and shorts on. Makita loved the water. She swam across the ditch and ran through the water. I'm thinking she'll be quite entertaining if we should ever take her out in the boat.
I don't know what this sign does for the rest of you- but for me, it's exhilarating. It gets my blood pumping. Call me weird, I know, but there are few things in life that get me as excited as garage saling. The hunt and anticipation of finding "good stuff" makes me happy.
I decided to post a few pictures from Hudson's room, since he's finally sleeping there. For the past two weeks he has been sleeping in his own bed, in his own room. I don't think it was really his problem that he slept in his crib up until then. I kept putting off moving him to his own room since it's on a different floor. Yes, I'm the same mom that kept him in a bassinet in our room until he was probably 4 months old because I thought the other end of the trailer house was too far. But so far, so good. I was even able to hear him the other night when he started crying during the middle of the night.
Today I was out shopped at DI by Nikkala. It came as quite a surprise considering that she's never really enjoyed going into this store, let alone browsing. I had looked at all I wanted to and she said there was still another rack that she wanted to look through. Can it be, can a person be converted and learn to enjoy DI? I think so. And it was a lot of fun to have her browsing with me.





And since it's Friday, I decided to leave you all with a sweet treat. Nikkala introduced me to these bundles of goodness from Downtown Bread Co. in Blackfoot. I just had to see if I could recreate them in my own kitchen. Enjoy!





Later that morning we were joined by more volunteers. Todd, Nik, Chod, Bentley, Deidra, and Chris also came to help us on our "project." We couldn't have asked for nicer weather or better help. We stopped for a picnic lunch of sloppy joes and potato salad. During the course of the day, the crews accomplished a lot. We got the upstairs painted, (to the point of the newly added dormer and still unfinished ceiling --where we ripped the wall out around the stairs) drop cloth removed and thoroughly vacuumed. The wood for our floor was beveled, lava rock completely removed from basement, crawl space access completed, upstairs trim primed, and main family room primed and painted. The first rows of wood flooring were also laid. In short, we got a lot done. Thanks for everyone's help!
The cousins couldn't wait for Hudson to open presents, so we did that right 
away.
was delighted to get it. Dalton and Hudson are best buds. We were glad that Western's were able to come to the party.)
After a cold and long winter, Hudson has once again been able to return to his sandbox and the great outdoors. Ahh, what relief. Yesterday he played in the sandbox practically all day.
In the mean time, I've managed to complete a different kind of project. I made Hudson a sock monkey and he loves it. The monkey's name is George of course, and he likes to carry him around. It's kind of like a doll, but masculine enough to be cool. Now I've just got to find a minute to embroider some banners to tie around our Easter buckets. Stay tuned.
And hoping pink. I went to the Dr. yesterday and we took a look at baby. He said I should start buying a lot of pink. I'm hoping he's not wrong on this one. We're excited for a little girl.
I never really wanted Hudson to be born on St. Patrick's Day. I remember crying all the way home from the birthing center on the 16th (when we were scheduled to have him, but they had no empty rooms.) "He'll always have stupid green cupcakes to share with his class!" But now I am beginning to realize the significance of his birth date.
Yesterday we met up with Grandpa Hillman and Dale for Bonneville County Implement's customer appreciation lunch. He never stopped pointing or saying "John Deere" or "tractor" the entire time we were there. If I didnt' know better, I'd say the kid bleeds green. He is a JOHN DEERE boy through and through. I think he'll enjoy taking John Deere cupcakes to his class.

