My Baby.

My sweet Paul Hudson,

You are 8 weeks old tomorrow. Your birth and first weeks of life have come with a wide range of emotions including "oh my gosh! I will never ever get through another day without sleep" to overwhelming feelings of love to the point of tears. I will admit I was/am a pretty paranoid first time mom. Part of that not sleeping came from me waking up every 10 mins to make sure you were still breathing..but with God's help and the "snuza hero" we have gotten a lot better about that obstacle.

You are so precious. Seriously. I know all babies are cute, but you're reeeaaallyyy cute :). You are getting close to doubling your birth weight. YOU LIKE SOME FOOD. and you like to tell us when its time to eat. You can hold your head up when you want to. You're an excellent kicker.  You very much enjoy strolling, riding, swinging and anything that moves. You LOOOVE music, particularly Norah Jones and James Taylor, which of course are very nice choices. You cry when the music stops. You have already earned yourself some nicknames... Chubs, Hudo, Jethro, Budderoo, Catfish, Snoot. Most of those coming from your daddy.

Speaking of Dads.. I like yours. I like him even more now that you're in the picture. He is quite funny with you. You are his new best friend. Ya'll have educational deer hunting chats in the recliner. He is already planning your first deer camp adventure. Which I will be tagging along on until you are at least 10 years old. Daddy is very helpful...he offered to hold you when you pooped in the tub. He said he would let me take care of the rest of the clean up, of course. He wakes up with you at the crack of dawn before he goes to work and I'm sure that is when most of the man bonding goes down. (Hudson, please please be a late sleeper like me and not a rooster like daddy.) He gives us kisses in the morning before he leaves.

 You have met so many wonderful friends and family. Every one that meets you falls in love. If possible, I fall more in love with you every morning. I love that I make you smile the biggest, only second to the ceiling fan. I love your chubby cheeks. I love your morning sounds. I love your tiny little pants. I love you in a hat. I love your eyes. I love your snuggles. I love that you want to be swaddled in my arms. Hudson, you are the picture of God's grace and perfect timing. You are God's gift to me. You are my baby. 

Mama. 

Showered with lots of Love

A few weeks ago, our growing little family was showered with the most wonderful baby shower EVER. No seriously. It was. We received tons of great baby items,and I absolutely loved seeing all of the people I love most come to rub the giant belly and wish us well. Lots of people sent gifts that couldn't make it to the shower and that was so thoughtful! According to Ms. McKellar... "it was a shower right out of Southern Living! :) I have never been in a house with so many influential women of my life all at once...all loving on my sweet baby. Thank you to all of the hostesses, family, and friends who made the day so special!

Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever! Psalm 107:1

Paul Hudson Webb, you are one loved little boy!

Favorite Moments

I thought it was time to maybe start the blog back up, since of-course...our lives just got a little more interesting...

Dear sweet Paul Hudson,

Were overjoyed that you're on your way. You are now the size of like a head of lettuce or something.That's what the pregnancy app and book say :). I think they got it wrong. I look like I ate a watermelon, not lettuce!!! But, You must be an energetic head of lettuce!  Lately, you've been moving around a lot. I love it. There is no feeling like it, and it re assures me you're doing fine and will be here soon! Here a few of my favorite pregnancy moments with you so far:

Telling Daddy:
It was a Saturday. Your dad was cooking breakfast. I walked out of the bathroom with a little stick in my hand, and just looked at him. His response: "I knew it. Youve been acting ridiculous and eating like a goat".  Well, gee thanks, Pete! what woman doesnt want to be told shes ridiculous and goatlike? :) Then he hugged me..... and he didnt need to say another word.

Telling your BB:
That's my mom. Your BB. I had been on the phone with her the day before. I had cried to her because she and your aunt Mallory were shopping without me 3 hours away and I was super homesick for them. When she called that Saturday, she heard it in my voice. She knew I was pregnant.  Mothers have that gift or something. Her response: laughter and "I knew it, you were acting ridiculous yesterday." ( I dont know why they thought I was being crazy, I'm a perfectly normal pregnant woman! ) Your BB is a good one. Like a real good one. I hope you love me one day the way I love her.

Telling Daddy's parents:
They havent decided on what they want to be called yet. I think they want you to name them :) They were the most fun to tell. It was super hard for your dad and I to keep a secret from them. Your dad was dead set on telling them in a special way. He couldnt wait! We told them at Christmas at their house. After everyone had opened most of their gifts, I told your cute little grandma who was sitting criss cross applesauce style in the floor to open their last present. They opened it and she cried. A sweet little ornament with a stork saying "We're Expecting".

Finding out you are PAUL HUDSON:
Just your dad and I went to the ultrasound appointment. It was a special day. He was convinced you were a girl. We both said gender didnt matter as long as you were healthy. But, I will forever remember the smile on his face, when the ultrasound tech said "Do you see that right there...THAT means IT'S A DEFINITE BOY!"
We told our immediate families out at dinner that next weekend. I ordered white sparkling cream cheese cupcakes filled with blue icing. They couldnt even wait til after dinner to cut into them!

Everyone has been busy trying to get ready for you. Your grandmas have been buying clothes of course. and Your Aunt Mallory stays on the internet searching for cute costumes to dress you in. I apologize in advance if you become her own personal dress up doll.

 Your great grand Pop enjoyed telling me the history of your name. That's who you are named after. Great grand Pop and my dad. I can't wait to see him hold you.

I enjoyed watching your dad put your nursery furniture together. He was serious. He has been the best husband ever during pregnancy, but he says you and I are starting to take up the whole bed at night. ;)
 

I pray for you constantly. That you will be healthy. That we wont be "ridiculous" and we will figure out how to become parents. That you will be happy. and That you will love the Lord with all of your heart.

                                                                            20 weeks

                                                                           24 weeks


I love you baby boy! Now, let's go take a nap!