Happy Birthday to Jude

Had I known I was pregnant with Jude, I probably wouldn't have had so much wine this night.  Oops.  Maybe that explains his difficulty crawling.  Just kidding, Jude.  

Pictures like these remind me why it's not a great idea to get pregnant again immediately after your infant has begun sleeping through the night.  I felt like I was going to explode!  (The doctor says I almost did!  Damn those veins). 

Our youngest little Christian.  Catholics baptize early--only so our kids can't have a choice.  Tee hee hee, just kidding little fella.  Actually, we were a little delinquent with Jude.  We baptized Ella at 3 weeks, Virginia at 3 months, and Jude when he was this age (can't remember how old).  But he sure was handsome.

So grown up, at Leslie's house.  And so inquisitive.  I could just eat him up!

It's Jude's birthday!  Jude preferred decorations in favor of just about any present, though he was partial to a couple of presents--an airplane from Grandma Marguerite and some electronic gear gizmo from Grandma Pat.  All in all, it was a great birthday.  Jude was a happy little guy most of the day, though cake time was rather a let down for us all.  Jude spat out the delicious cake that mommy slaved over, then he threw it to the ground.  I forgive you, Jude.  And I love you.