Easter Sunday

Hudson went to not only his first church service but his first Easter service. He slept through the service until communion. He was like a ticking time bomb throughout church. Tim and I were on egg shells wondering at what point during the service he was going to scream bloody murder. We were lucky and left after communion before we had a meltdown.
I loved these pants when I saw them but Tim was not a big fan. He thought they looked a little effeminate. I guess you can tell from the picture who won that argument:)

Hudson wants to apologize for the face; he was taking a dump.