happy first birthday, chubby!

our fourth little boy

wyatt james

turns one today! 

as cute as our babies are {i kid, but it's true}...we regret to inform you all that there will be no more babies in this house, my friends. we are ready to close the baby chapter of our family's story and move on to far more exciting, big boy action and adventure. take a good look at this one-of-a-kind cuteness. this little guy will be the last you'll see of it! 

my favorite thing about this cutie, besides his unbearable handsomeness, is his name. we named our last baby boy after two of the baddest cowboys in history: wyatt earp and jesse james. or maybe i took james from that super hot jesse james that sandra bullock was so fortunate to be married to - the world shall never truly know. too bad he cheated on her. anyway, i digress....

this song that i have playing - the joker by steve miller band - always reminds me of my little space cowboy. and i'm sure it will every time i hear it for the rest of my life. and i love that.

i say it each time...but, oh, how it really feels like just yesterday that i selflessly went through the excruciating five minutes of labor with you, mister wyatt. 

exhausting, i tell you. 

you made me push a whole two times. who do you think you are?

 you have no shame. i think i know who you got that from. {ahem...dad.} 

flashing your back fat like there's no tomorrow. that should be illegal.

and those cheeks. 

please, wyatt. there will always be food available to you, i promise. 

you don't need to hide any away for the winter.

the love your brothers have for you is more than i could have ever hoped for.

you are their baby brother.

  

and always will be.

there will be years where you'll hate it.

but i hope that one day you'll embrace it.

and you'll always be my baby boy. 

no matter how much taller than me you end up to be.

thank you for completing our family, wyatt.

you've filled a place in my heart that i never even knew was there.

and i couldn't be happier or more grateful.

'cause i'm a picker

i'm a grinner

i'm a lover

and i'm a sinner

i play my music in the sun.

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happy first birthday, chubby!

i love you to the moon and back.