Doomsday

Well, we survived the Mayan Apocalypse. I'm happy we did. I mean, my baby daddy was out of town when it was scheduled to happen and fireballs falling from the sky just wouldn't seem right without my love by my side.

Ryan left Thursday for a work hunting trip. Wyatt and I went to stay at my parents because 1. I wasn't cooking supper. 2. I hate staying alone. and 3. I wasn't cooking supper.

We had a good time at Mimi and Pawpaw's.

Wyatt was lucky enough to share a bed with me. I don't know why this seemed like a good idea at the time because it is evident that Wyatt is not a very good bed sharer. I can't blame him though. I get confused as to which way to lay in a bed sometime too. Let's just say I got lots of head butts and jabs throughout the night. I even felt the need to tell Ryan...

 It surely felt like the end of the world being 33 weeks pregnant and being woke up every couple of hours and hearing Scout sing in ear nonstop. Wyatt is lucky I love him so much. We hung out there until noon, came home, napped, and then got around to go help my brother finish up shopping. What is it with men and waiting until the very last second to shop?? Oh wait. That's right. I haven't finished yet either... Moving on...

Last night I had dinner with my girls! Two hours of uninterrupted girl talk was just what I needed! I headed back to mom's afterward and was welcomed with some yummy Rice Krispy Treats. I'm telling you I have such an awesome mom. Wyatt did much better the second night sharing a bed with me. By better, I mean Scout kept quite and Wyatt actually kept his head near the top of the bed and his feet toward the bottom. We woke up and I made everyone pecan pancakes before heading back to bed for a couple hours. We came home about noon again and waited for Daddy's arrival. He didn't make it home until 5 and we were pretty excited to see him! He had such a good time hunting with guys from work and they ended up killing a lot of ducks.

 

I'm happy he had a good time, but I'm more happy that he is home with us!

 

Another picture we sent daddy while he was gone.

Wyatt saying cheese!

 

Ryan's passed out next to me while I'm watching The Wizard of Oz. It's a little after 9, but I feel the bed calling our name. A solid night's sleep is sounding pretty spectacular.

 

Santa Claus is coming soon. Can you believe that?! Yah, me either...

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.