November ended on a high note: Jude learned to ride a two-wheel bike. A little embarrassed to admit I was shocked he got it on his first attempt. He's five years old and although I don't really know if that's late or early or smack dab in the middle, his disinterest made us think for a while that he might end up being the only person ever to pick his first date up on a bike with training wheels.
But I don't want to think about first dates. The only woman in Jude's life right now is me. 
"I LUV MOM"
He sounded it out by himself and wrote it down one evening and I was so touched. But then he penned his thoughts again the next day and this is what happened:
"I DON'T LIKe MOM WiN MOM DUZIN LeT Jude PLAe Mie DS"
Not one to beat around the bush, my Jude. So cute how he wrote out his name and used the silent "e" to make the long vowel sounds. We generally limit the DS-playing for various reasons like, oh, turning your brain into mush. It's as simple as that for me. For Jude, however, it is a little more complicated, a bit like removing his will to live. This case was particularly difficult because Eli got to play his DS but Jude couldn't because he wasn't behaving. I know, I'm awful. It's so not fun being the bad guy. My heart sank when I started reading what he wrote. The only comfort I took when he showed me this note was that he made sure to preface it with, "I still love you mommy. I'm just learning how to write."
Still a lot of cuteness going on despite wiping out in a parking lot:
Also quite scrumptious but deceptive, because one would not be able to tell by this picture that my little winter bunny has the ability to poop diapers that would redefine one's entire definition of offensive:
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