Where have we been lately?

He's got that saucy hair style I used to have (and am growing back). And my ears (poor kid).

I know, I know. We've been really bad about updating this with good pictures of me. Er, Hudson. Well, here's one of both. We'll add a bunch more soon.

The quick update is that Hudson -- who I've nicknamed Little Monster -- is worlds better these days. He's mostly sleeping through the night, though after almost a full week of doing so, he grew stuffy and fussy and spent the next week or so waking up a couple times a night, which was a fun (by that I mean not at all) reminder of the first 10 weeks of his life.

He's awake a lot more these days, and luckily he's generally in a good mood -- that is, as long as we hold him up and bounce him around and give him interesting things to look at. He's too curious about us and his surroundings to stand for being left laying on the bed or couch for too long. I always start out during such moments with the best of intentions and grandest of declarations, too: "I could stare at you and play with you all night when you're in this good a mood!" After about 10 minutes, I'm like, "So, Rachel -- you wanna hold him, or -- ?" Anyway, there's still about an hour or so, sometimes longer, every night -- some call it "the witching hour," others the "unhappy hour" -- when he fusses and fusses and fusses, no matter what we do. Last night he cried and whimpered and nagged for almost an hour before finally relenting and falling asleep. Go figure.

He loves staring at us (can't blame him, can you? Rachel's beautiful, and when he looks at me, he probably feels a lot like he's looking into a mirror), and he's turned into quite the smiler and coo'er; it feels like he's very close to figuring out how to laugh. When we tickle or tousle him, he does this face where he looks like he's trying to smile, yawn, yell for the police, and take a bite of a big hot dog -- all at once -- which I think will very soon turn into a charming guffaw.

More soon. And better pics.