Monday Funday

I usually hate when Wade says that, because Mondays are definitely NOT my fundays, but today was such a great day I just had to say it.

Why was today a great day, you ask??

Because this little guy took an hour and a half nap. At Daycare.

I almost said "Holla!" in front of Ms. Rosa when I picked him up today and she told me, but I didn't :). This was a MAJOR accomplishment, one that he really had no problem with a few short months ago. And he always naps like a champ at home. But lately I think he's finally realized there's so much to DO at Daycare, he'd rather play than sleep.
Making for a very cranky baby in the evenings for me and Dada to enjoy.
Ok I need just 5 seconds to baby talk about this picture:
"Wook at his wittle FACIE! He woves his food! Num num! Now say 'Mama'! Say 'Mama!' MAMA!"
And that's why he's looking at me all crazy. I love him. He's 9 months old today. It makes my heart happy and sad at the same time. Ah, motherhood, what sweet, intense emotions you bring.

In other news, I got a manicure this weekend, and ruined it as soon as I got in the car. Ugh. Maybe ruined is a bit dramatic there. I bumped my thumb on the sun visor getting into my car to go home, and smudged my cute hot-red/orange polish. But I sure did say, "ugh, ruined!". It gets worse. The next morning, after some awesome friend-neighbors dropped off farm-fresh tomatoes that taste like candy and have me convinced I need to start a garden PRONTO, I ran to Wal-Mart.

First mistake.

Actually, my first mistake was not buying Wyatt any food or formula when I went grocery shopping earlier in the week. And we all know how much the little chunker likes to eat. I tried to make my own baby food by blending organic chicken, brown rice, and chicken broth together. But I didn't get the consistency right and when we spooned it into his mouth, he didn't even chew, he just opened his mouth really wide and shoved it out with his tongue and looked at me like I was crazy.
Therefore, Wal-Mart. And second mistake.

After stocking up on baby food and kicking myself for not giving the chicken-and-brown-rice another go, I drove home and unloaded the car. When I reached to close the trunk, my fingernails caught the edge of it (ekk that gives me goosebumps again just thinking about it) and hot red/orange was transferred onto my silver paint.
And filthy black dirtness was transferred onto my nails. Gross.

Ugh. Ruined.

Then later that night, I tried to open my travel coffee mug and accidentally peeled off the other side of the 1st thumb trauma victim.

Life: 1. Manicure: 0.

I just realized the majority of this post was about me rambling on about my manicure. This is why I don't get these very often. Every time I chipped it, I would yell, "Ugh, ruined!" just to see what Wade would do.
His response was silence. Which is always tricky to read. I just take it as a sign to keep doing what I'm doing until I get a verbal response.

I also like to ask him what he's going to do when we have a little girl who's just like me one day. That always gets a major verbal response :).

Good night friends! I hope your Monday was also a Funday. And if not, praise God for Tuesdays!

Some Updates

Last night, I spent 5 minutes standing over my baby's crib listening to him laugh in his sleep.
I'm not sure which one of us was creepier.

It feels like forever since I've written anything, I'm going to try and do a quick recap, complete with photos, of course:

1.) Wyatt has a total of 6 teeth. Six. Thankfully, he's a good teether so far; I know the bigger the teeth get, though, that may change!

 

2.) My baby brother graduated from high school. I know, I cried too. I feel like it was just yesterday when my parents told us we were going to have another baby brother or sister. And I cried. Because that meant we were going to have to a.) sell my mom's brown Camry that always smelled so good and b.) our family would have an odd number of people. Dead serious, those were my two first thoughts. Any psychologists reading this, I am perfectly fine now and only have mild meltdowns whenever there's change. :) Anyway, baby Kevin came along and I couldn't imagine life without him. He has always been so full of life, and always does so good at anything he puts his mind to. Including climbing out of his crib when he was little, winning every kind of sports medal/trophy/whatever imaginable, and making his family very proud of him. Baby Kevin, I am so proud of you, and I can't wait to see what all God has in store for you!

 

3.) I feel like this season in my life has been one of stretching and growing and really learning and knowing what it means to wait on the Lord. I wish I could say it's been easy for me, but it hasn't. I've been learning to listen for God, and distinguish between Satan's voice of "you can't do this", "you aren't going to make it", and "things would be so much better if you were...", etc. The great Accuser.  "The thief comes to steal, kill, and destroy", the Bible says. He steals our joy, he steals life from us. He tries to destroy our hope, our faith. And then Jesus says, "I have come that you may have Life, and have it to the fullest." John 10:10.  He gives us Life!

Learning to hear God's voice, saying "Come to Me, trust Me, nothing is impossible for ME." Nothing is impossible for Him. Getting out of debt, having a child, wanting to do well at your job, NOTHING is impossible for Him. The desires of your heart that He gave you, they are not impossible. 

That's what God's been reminding me of this week, and it was too huge not to share! I heard this song yesterday and want to share it with ya'll; hope you like Hillsong as much as I do :). 

Happy Saturday!