Blue Eyes

I love those big, blue eyes. So much so, that I often—okay almost always—let him do whatever he wants. Sorry Johnny, but I can’t resist. And Hudson is already fully aware of the power of his eyes. He knows that all he has to do is look at me and smile, and I melt every time. But, honestly, what is wrong with letting him plug and unplug everything in the house (the breaking of the first monitor was a one-time thing). And I kind of like vacuuming my floors three times a day (kind of). And it really did seem harmless when he stole Johnny’s toothbrush (no harm done). Obviously, I don’t have a problem. I can be tough when I have to be—maybe. Maybe if I close my eyes