I fed you yogurt on the floor

And other fine examples of my talents.

Today, I start a new blog, with the intention of keeping a record of all the funny, silly, cute and crazy things that make up my day to day life as a mom to H. In a year, I have cried, laughed and creatively survived being a parent.

So, about us:

First, the star of Hudson Road, H. Born August 2009. Justin Bieber hair, dashingly good looks with the personality of his momma. Rock star eyes. Roaring good kid. Pictures to come.

And me, T. Momma to H. Talker, writer, laugher, singer, counselor, friend. Married to C, engineer extraordinaire. Dogparent to Buttercup, a lovable cuddly roly poly pug.

And back to the story:
Teething is a funny thing. When H is teething, food is a battle. He wants nothing more than to eat ice, which, while satisfying, is a trip to the e.r. waiting to happen. So last night I sat on the floor, enticing my child with ice and some yobaby, while he crawled over to me with his fuzzi-bunz booty, happily eating yogurt on the kitchen floor. Mother of the year here folks. Or not, but it is moments like these I hope to not lose.