Jude's Favorite Color

For some reason I never really thought about what Jude's favorite color was. I'm not sure why, it just hadn't crossed my mind.
Well, about 2 months ago whilst knitting myself a pair of socks, Jude asked for his very own. I agreed and yesterday took him to Joann Fabrics for some yarn.
I figured I would just grab and go, but a little last minute experiment of comparing colors chose the yarn for us. I grabbed a green and a yellow and he chose the green. A blue and green and he chose the blue, a blue and red and he chose the red. Red and yellow: Red. Red and black: Red. Red and Green: RED
After we got home and I looked around at Judes things I started to notice something:
Jude's favorite movies:



Jude's Favorite Tee:


Jude's favorite cars: (yep, that's 3 Lightening McQueens)


Jude's favorite sunglasses:


Now, Jude's soon to be favorite socks:


Good thing he looks good in red, huh

DA!

There it is. Elias' first word. DA. As in "Hey, that's my Dad! Come and pick me up 'cause I'm cute!" No, it isn't a fluke. We checked. Just like every mom who has nursed her baby every 4 hours for the last nearly 7 months, who has arose from her slumber every time he has called to be cuddled, who has offered the very essence of her being to the raising of her child I hoped that my reward would be that first wonderful word being Mama! But alas, it is not to be.
It happened while Jude and Elias were tackling me awake this morning. Mark walked in the bedroom and said "Hi my babies!" Elias looked up and clear as day said "Da!" We chalked it up to possible baby babble and went on with the day. Then Mark came home for lunch, which is an unusual treat. Elias again looked up and holding up his arms in excitement says "Da!" It's true. Momma gets no satisfaction.

Elias Is A Picky Eater

It's amazing how picky a six month old can be. Elias has absolutly refused to eat food that is good for starting (i.e. carrots, applesauce, pear puree. You know, typical Gerber fodder) However, he will eat pieces of pepperoni, bits of bagel, ice cream and the piece de resistance: Otter Pops. Yep, I said it. That frozen treat of ice flavored with sugar and coloring that stains your tongue for hours. He goes CRAZY when he sees that stick of yummy goodness walk by in Daddy's hand. And then, if he's just withing reach, he grabs it, chomps down on the open end and DOES NOT LET GO. I even offer to nurse and he won't let go. It's insane the sugar crazies.

Jude Loves You!