Hudson has been quite energetic since the moment he woke up less than two hours ago.
He’s given me a thousand kisses.
He’s made me take off my sweatshirt (he prefers I don’t wear comfortable clothes — no robes, blankets or sweatshirts allowed).
He’s asked for chocolate for breakfast.
I’ve been used as a jungle jim.
He’s been screaming and tickling… all very energetic and playful.
He’s laying underneath my chair crying out “TICKLE!! TICKLE” and I am one hand reaching down to tickle him while Max is calmly and perfectly cracking eggs in a bowl to make pumpkin bread with Oma…
I said through the shrieks.
After the (playful) hitting and the tickling and the running and the jumping.
Before the upside down dangling and more tickling and more shrieking…
With all seriousness and honesty.
And I quote…
“I really don’t think Hudson is hyperactive.”