42 weeks old

Enjoying this nice weather with a run with momma!

Looks enthused, right?

He was in much better spirits once we were finished.

Weekend Recap

We had a pretty relaxed weekend here in the Davis household.

Saturday, Ryan woke up and went hunting so Wyatt and I just hung out around the house. They didn't end up killing anything and Ryan would most likely blame it on the fact that he woke up late since his phone's alarm didn't go off. Someone was supposed to plug his phone in. Oops. I never claimed to be perfect. Once he got home we got around to go eat dinner in Little Rock with my family for Uncle Jason's birthday. It was a nice dinner and Wyatt was so cute and sweet.

 He gave Uncle Jason birthday sugars too. I didn't bring in my camera, but wish that I had. Boo...

On the way home we stopped in Maumelle at the Townsend's to see the house they just bought, but mostly to see sweet Payton. I was sad that she had gone to spend the night with her grandparents so they could get some work done on the house. At least I got to hang out with my friend for a little bit and got a surprise by seeing Allison there as well.

Once we got on the road Ryan was on his phone and noticed that there was a fugitive loose close to our house. I was so paranoid and when we got home at about 9 or so Ryan went in the house and checked it all out before we got to come in. All was clear, but I was still a little uneasy.

We got up and went to church this morning and I thought Wyatt was sooo stinkin' cute!

Could just eat him up. When we got out of church I had a text from Erin and Ryan had a text from Cooter "checking" on us. Unbeknownst to us, the fugitive from the night before had be caught and was in our neighborhood! Like, right off the road that we live on. I'm not 100% sure where they caught him, but from what we gather it directly behind our house. If he had been running through the woods he would have had to passed through ours or the neighbors. Scary crap! I am so thankful none of us were sick and missing church. Blessing in disguise because I would have been flipping out. I'm glad they caught him!

Wyatt's Poppa and Talina came by to visit Wyatt today. They had a lot of fun seeing him and getting to play with him. Once they left we put Wyatt down for a nap. He slept for 2.5 hours and we got an hour or so of our own. Apparently we needed it because we were both out within minutes. After supper we loaded Wyatt up in the jogging stroller and went for an evening run. I told Ryan I am running a 5k in a few months so I better get started. We were proud of ourselves and felt like skinny minnies.

The baby is asleep and we are just watching some tv now getting ready to start another work week. Blah!

Happy birthday Uncle Jason!!

 

Hope you have a great week!

Bath Time

Look who rejoined our family Tuesday evening!!

I was so excited that she was getting delivered Tuesday night and when I opened the box I was immediately sent into a frenzy because my battery was MIA. I knew I sent the battery with my camera so looking nonstop was pretty pointless. However, I kept looking on Wednesday and when I couldn't find it I called Nikon and told them what happened. They said they would get back with me and I simply figured I would have to just buy a new one so I made plans to go get one Saturday when we were in Little Rock. Well, Thursday I got an email stating they were sending me a new battery. Yay! Well I expected it to be a week since it took a week to get the camera back after it shipped to me, but instead they sent it next day UPS. Awesome, right?! I was so, so happy to get my camera back and in working order. Not only did they get my camera back in a timely manner (and a new battery the next day) the repairs were estimated to be $288 and some change, but it was actually $99 less! Woo! I was very impressed with Nikon's customer service and that just made me love my Nikon that much more!

So, of course, I finally got to take some pictures of my sweet baby boy after a month without...without further ado...

Bath Time!

Wyatt seriously loves his bath time. Like is probably his favorite thing at the moment. He can be anywhere in the house and when he hears that bath water running he straight up books it to the tub. Anything in his way takes the risk of being plowed over. It is the funniest thing.

This time he started in his room...

Look of determination...

Once he gets there he stands up next to the tub and tries reaching down to get his bubbles.

I love this picture of him! Sweet little toofers.

I am soooo loving having my good camera back!!

End of another duck season

I went duck hunting this morning with the hubs.

Are you jealous? Because you most certainly should be.

When the alarm went off at 4:00am and Ryan jumped out of bed with entirely too much gusto I kind of started to regret my decision of going hunting on the last weekend of duck season.

He told me he wanted to be on the road by 4:20. It took a little bit of coaxing and after a few minutes I was up out of bed asking a hundred questions...Can I just stay in my warm bed? Why to you want me to put on cold clothes? Do I have pants? Where are my wool socks? Where is a belt? Do you have my boots? What about my waders? Do I have time to potty? So on and so forth.

We finally got out the door (and on time) and headed to get our duck slayin' on. But not before I took a quick picture of my fabulous get-up.

No hunter is complete without their Coach purse in tow.

For added protection (and to feel a bit girly) I threw these on for good measure.

Ryan took me to where we hunted last season when I was pregnant. It was a lot easier and much more comfortable this season.

This was my few from my blind.

Snazzy, eh?

Like my hat I won from the DU banquet. One other piece of clothing that makes me feel a little bit more girly...

This picture was actually a blooper, but I thought I'd include it.

Here is me and my favorite person in the world.

I know you are sitting on the edge of your seat wondering whether or not we killed any ducks. Well the answer is yes. One!

This is the first picture I took.

Then, I had to take a picture of me looking all professional and like a real hunter.

Did it work? I thought so too.

Here is Ryan with his duck.

Once we got home from our hunting excursion, I immediately hit the sheets and was out in maybe 2 minutes. I took a two hour nap and sometime during that nap Ryan went hunting with the guys.

They ended up only killing 4 geese, but enjoyed themselves nonetheless.

Tomorrow is the last day that Ryan is hunting this duck season. I'm pretty sure he learned it's a lot harder on him during duck season now days considering we have the baby and he can't just come home and take naps at his convenience like he use to. He did a great job sucking it up though (and learning to go to bed earlier). We're looking forward to next year and opening day falling on my birthday weekend. Woo. Hoo. 

Favorite Stage

Ever since Wyatt was born and as each month has passed us by I have always declared, "This is my favorite stage."

That's what just about all mothers do thought, right?

Well, keeping true to the pattern that I have formed, I must declare that month 9 has been so much fun...in fact, probably my favorite.

See what just happened?

But for real, Wyatt is becoming such a blast with his personality developing more and more each day.

Last night we took him to eat and he was such a good little boy. Waitresses were commenting on what a cute little fella he is (and that he clearly does not miss any meals). I'm sure we were just beaming with pride.

He is daddy's buddy for sure.

And looks so adorable in flannel.

Wyatt seriously cracks me up on a daily basis.

Yesterday it was playing peek-a-boo behind his bedroom door. He was in his room and I was out in the hallway and he would shut the door in my face and then open it up and I'd be there to smile at him. We did this forever. A few times I would stand up and move away from the door and when he'd open it expecting me to be there and I wasn't his little face was so confused. Once he did find me he was so dang excited he would turn around and take off further into his room. This was only after he would faceplant because his body was moving faster than his legs could keep up with.

A few nights back, we put him to bed and I went to check on him a minutes later to pull out his paci. I found him like this:

He had kicked off his britches and balled up his blanket underneath him. I got so tickled at him and had Ryan come and look at him. I put his pants back on him because I didn't want him to get cold. Ha...momma has to mess with everything.

Sometime last week I had given Wyatt his first bottle for the day and set him down to play. I looked over and he was sitting there watching tv so I continued to watch him (only after I took a picture) and then apparently Mickey had done something funny and Wyatt let out a little chuckle. I laughed so hard at him and as soon as he did he was done with the tv. This lasted all of 2 minutes maybe. He's never going to be a tv watching kid I don't think.

Those are just a few snippets of life with our lovely 9 month old. It is too much fun!

41 weeks old

My latest obsession...

None other than the fridge...but, especially the magnets on the fridge.

Also, this happened tonight.

Ugh...thank goodness for frozen carrots. Ha!

8 x 5

Last night we had dinner plans with the Veachs so we let Wyatt go spend the night with his Mimi and Pawpaw. After dinner Ryan and I decided to go have a couple of drinks with my friend Erin and a couple that Ryan works with. We went back home to change, but not before Ryan took himself a power nap. I truly am married to a 30 year old man.

I woke him up, we snapped a picture,and laughed hysterically at me saying, "Look how pretty I am!"

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I just love us.

Well, thank goodness Ryan took that power nap because we didn't get home and in bed until 4:00. You read that right...4 o'clock in the morning. Whaaaat?

We headed to Front Street to enjoy the band and had a good time!

I got to hang out with my best friend Erin:

 As well as Patrick and his wife Whitney:

It was a great night and we didn't leave there until after 1.

On the way out Erin and Ryan grabbed them a little snack and I have to admit their hotdogs were pretty good. Or at least the bite I had of Erin's was and Ryan claims he will be making a trip to buy another since the man has his little set up here in town during the week.

After these we set out to the 8 X 5.

Yes, the 40.

I should go ahead and explain to everyone the fine establishment that is nestled next to interstate 40 here in good ole Russellville. It is the type of establishment that you go to only when you have reached that point in your evening. The type of establishment that you know there is no turning back once you've made the decision to go.

It is disgusting, disgraceful, and I am pretty sure there is fur growing on the wall. (Correction: I know there is fur growing on the walls because one day many years ago I climbed up on the sink and picked some off the wall. It is still there to this day.)

It is loving called asbestos.

The funny thing about the forty is that is recently got remodeled. I am proud to say that we hadn't been there in over 2 years. Two beautiful years. It's a known fact that each evening spent there immediately takes off 3 years of your life. This "remodel" that we had heard about consisted, I think, of a change of paint color maybe and the remodel of the stage where the DJ awkwardly sat. Nonetheless, the only reason we went was because I wanted to dance so bad I couldn't stand it. And the hubs was more than willing. Shocking!

I danced for 3 hours straight and it was the best time EVER. Luckily, some of Ryan's old friends were there to so he got to catch up, hold my purse, and mine and Erin's drinks while we danced out butts off.

Ahh, it was so fun! We didn't get home until 3:30 and we immediately jumped in the shower because if we hadn't we'd have to burn the sheet that we slept on. It's that terrible.

You're missing out if you've never been to the 40 at least one. However, once you've been you will probably never want to go back.

Unless you are a dancing queen as I am and that's the only place to get your dance on around here. We are heading out tonight at 2:00 to enter the dance contest tonight to hopefully win again. (Yes, we have both won the dance contest there. No shame.) Wyatt is sleeping peacefully so I bet that he won't even miss us in the 30 minutes it takes us to go win.

Doesn't that sound fun?

40 weeks, 3 days

Wyatt had baked for 40 weeks, 3 days. My Facebook album for my pregnancy with him was appropriately titled“Even mixtures of mommy and daddy, and bake for 9 months.”

I was very thrilled that I carried him full-term and then (though not at the time) for an additional 24 days. I can remember being utterly scared for what was going to happen after he was here, but at the same time excruciatingly anxious to finally meet the little boy that I had hoped for and prayed for even before he was conceived.

I was so lucky to have such an easy pregnancy. It actually FLEW by and before I knew it Ryan and I were loading up the car early one morning never to return as just a couple.

Now, here we are 40 weeks, 3 days after that sweet little boy took his first look at the world on the outside.

I cannot believe that Wyatt has now been here IN my arms for as long as he was IN my belly. That’s absolutely shocking to me because it means that his 1st birthday is just around the corner. Do you read that right? His first birthday is AROUND THE CORNER.

I’ve learned so much and have truly grown up since having a child.

What I have learned…

He loves bubbles.

…Patience. But Sarah, patience is a virtue…Mer, mer, mer. Of course it is. Once Wyatt was born I quickly realized that all his needs came before mine. Obviously, right? I knew that they would and that I wouldn’t have a problem with it. The type of patience I am referring to is the one where you have a baby who is fighting with everything that he has in him to NOT go to sleep for fear of missing the party that his parents are having once he does finally go to sleep. (Little does he know said party consists of showers, reading, laundry, and watching TV.) Wyatt is over 23 lbs. He is a big, strong boy that seriously makes me WORK. I am more successful at rocking him to sleep than his daddy,and I’m not 100% sure why that is but I think that Daddy is secretly pinching his booty so that I will have to rock him. May or may not be true…who knows. Nonetheless, we eventually get that baby to sleep though it’s not without a fight. I have to remind myself on occasion to have patience with Wyatt, to take a few extra deep breathes, to understand that he can’t fully vocalize what he needs or what he wants. I will admit that one thing I pray for every night is more patience than I had the day before. I will admit that sometimes I do lose my patience (not in a crazy lunatic mother who doesn’t deserve to care for her children type of way). But, sometimes I have to step away from a crying baby for 10 seconds to regain composure and then return to him ready to figure it out. I never want to approach Wyatt in a manner where you can sense agitation or annoyance. This works for me and I have zero shame in admitting that. Babies are peculiar little creatures. They can make you laugh until you cry and cry until you laugh.

…Love. I love my husband and likewise he loves me. I don’t dare question that love that he has for me, but I can tell you that love that you have as a parent it a million times different than any love that you have for a spouse. Love for a spouse is no way inferior to that of your child, it’s just totally different and you won’t realize or probably believe it until you actually are a parent. My heart serious hurts when Wyatt does certain things. When he is looking at me, being very serious, and then all of sudden raises his eyebrows and then smiles my heart wants to burst. Burst. When he figures something out, like walking with his push walker and he is so proud of himself and he smiles the entire time I can’t help but love him so much more. I will admit that sometimes I want to squeeze the crap out of him because he is just so special and precious to me and I just can’t get enough of him.

-Responsibility. I pride myself on being very responsible growing up. I was in my teen years, into my late teen years, and into my early 20’s. But now, at 26, I have an entirely different responsibility sitting on my shoulders. I have to properly care for a child, raise him to be a loving man, and see that each day he knows that he is more loved than he can even fathom. That is a huge responsibility. One that you know you will have once you have a baby, but how extreme and important it is is kind of unimaginable. I love this responsibility. It’s a challenge. I like challenges.

Those are probably the biggest…I mean, there are small things like learning how to change mega stinkies with no more than 3 wipes, how to get a gassy baby’s legs working, how to multitask like a pro, and how to keep at least one fingernail a little longer in order to pick boogers.

Pancakes with mommy!

Every day is so precious with Wyatt. He is becoming less and less of a baby and more and more of a little boy by each second that is ticking away. I know that he will always be MY baby, but I know that the past 40 weeks and 3 days flew by before I even knew it was happening. I remember once having a not-so-tiny newborn in my arms at every second, to having a baby rolling over, to having him sit up unassisted, to then crawling, and now cruising around on furniture and trying to walk on his own. It saddens me to see how fast he has grown up, but I am so proud of him for meeting all the milestones that he should be. If the next 40+ weeks go by anything like these then I’ve seriously got to get my A game on and enjoy every moment a hundred times more than I already am.

40 weeks old

40 weeks old!

Here we are on this glorious Tuesday!

No need to worry, we aren't alway mean to Wyatt pinning his arms back.

He was just so amused by his ball that Uncle Jason got him. It was reflecting onto the floor and he thought it was hilarious!

Bang bang

Truth be told, I do things sort of on a whim.

Case in point, exhibit A:

I decided last week that I wanted bangs. I can’t even remember what made me want bangs, but I guess I just felt I wanted something different.


Today, I met with my hair dresser, sat down, and blurted out “I want bangs.” She then got excited and said okay! Then, we went back and forth about whether or not this was actually going to be a good decision and I needed her to be totally honest because if it was going to straight up look like shipwreck then I needed to know. She assured me it would not and we even practiced pinning my bangs back in the event that they looked horrible.


Well, it is safe to say that I do like them and I am border line in love with them. I’m glad that was the first thing we started on and that I didn’t chicken out.


After all, if it had turned out terrible it’s just hair…and it does grow back…and because it’s my hair, it would inevitably grow faster than most people’s.


Is there anything “drastic” that you’re wanting to do?