Vacation left us with loads of laundry, tons of yard work, and piles of mail to go through.
Thankfully, we had plenty of entertainment to keep us going,
a whole lot of cheering along the way,
and a dinner date with the Chick-fil-A cow to look forward to.
Our return home meant a few changes for the little man of the house. The first change was switching Huttie over to whole milk. No more formula. And no more bottles. We also decided to do away with the baby food and have transitioned him to table foods.
Best of all, we were finally able to convince Huttie to hold his own sippy cup. The whole process left me feeling like supermom. And then I was humbled by finding his sippy cup in the toilet. Twice.
A week short of his his first birthday, it’s clear that sweet Huttie is all boy. He climbs to the top of the stairs in a blink of an eye, crawls faster than I can walk, and squeals with delight as I chase him from room to room. He throws toys. Knows no fear. And loves an audience.
Above all, he adores his daddy. He watches his every move. Much like the rest of us, he too thinks that G hung the moon.
Sweet Mary Reese mothers him to the best of her ability. She is the first to his rescue if he’s hurt or in trouble. Most times, she responds by giving him a hug and replying, “boys will be boys.” She is without a doubt, wise beyond her years.
She’s also a pretty good teacher and takes credit for most of her little brothers accomplishments. Today she claimed that she taught him how to yawn.
