Two birthdays, a trip the ER, and everything in between

“Great Aunt Sadie” turned ten last Friday. MR graciously loaned her a pink “church hat” to wear on her special day.

I’ve had sweet Sadie since my college days at UGA;  two years before G came into my life. She’s one hell of a dog and thankfully, my kids love her as much as I do.

We’re also pretty enamored with this little messer.

I’m not sure what’s more surprising, the fact that he is 8 months old now (as of last Sunday) or the fact that he has a head full of shaggy brown hair. Most of the time, it’s neatly swept over to the side.

But sometimes, it takes on a life of its own.

And sometimes, it’s just plain out of control.

Unfortunately, Huttie had to ring in his 8 month birthday with a 3 am trip to the ER. The croup got the best of him and almost caused his mama to have a nervous breakdown. Thankfully, our boy seems to be on the mend. Despite having a terrible cough and a fever since Sunday, he continues to smile and make the best of the circumstances. His big sister has also been a trooper. She’s been out of school since last Friday and has had a number of sleepless nights due to coughing and wheezing.

While we pray that this will be the last of the winter germs for the Harvey household, we praise God for blessing us with two happy, growing kids. At eight months, Huttie has mastered sitting up (he started sitting up at 6 months, but can sit up straight without toppling over now). He interacts with his environment and loves to play with his big sisters toys. His favorite toy though is his red truck; it’s one heck of a babysitter too. I’m pretty sure he could sit and roll it for hours on end.

Although he’s not crawling, Hutson rocks on his knees and scoots backwards. As of this morning, he has the first signs of a tooth peaking through. If you spend any time with our growing boy, you may see him waive his hand and mouth out the words “bye bye”. He also says “mama”, but only when he’s frustrated or mad.

At eight months, Hutson continues to be all boy. His clothes are constantly stained with spit up; he has dirty diapers at the most inopportune times; he throws toys; laughs at funny noises; and eats fistfuls of grass when outside. He has the grip of a wrestler, especially when long hair and dangling earrings are involved. Thankfully, our big boy continues to be a good eater and an even better sleeper. He was more than happy  to eat green beans for lunch today in honor of St Patrick’s Day. He seems to prefer vegetables just as much as fruits. Much like MR at his age, he refuses to hold his own bottle, even though I know he is more than capable. During bottle feedings, he loves to be held tight and close. He rarely gets through a bottle without stopping to laugh and smile. G and I both agree that he is a happy baby; rarely fussy; a little mischievous; a little loud; and a lot of joy!