Over the Moon

Cooper Wyatt, you are 3 months old today!!You are the sweetest little thing in all the world and we absolutely love you to pieces!!

Let's see what you are up to these days...

You love, love, love making slurping noises while sucking on your hands and arms.
You are still crazy about the bath, but you have (cleverly) learned to scream your head off when we take you out. Silly baby. You would stay in there all night if we would let you.
You love it when I sing (yes, sing) you the words to Brown Bear Brown Bear at night. You look at me like I'm the best thing since Similac. I get teary when I think about the day you look up at me with those baby blues and ask to me stop.

You learned to roll over a few weeks ago! I shrieked and clapped and did the happy dance the first time you did it. You promptly shrieked and cried and screamed and wondered how in the world you ended up back on your back.
You take 5 ounces every 3-4 hours, graduated to size 1-2 diapers and 3/3-6 month clothes, sleep from 9:30pm-6:30am, take five 10-minute naps during the day (gotta work on that, little man), LOVE rocking on the "front porch" every night, look more and more like Daddy every single day, stare at your hands and feet while cruising in the car, wake up smiling and giggling every morning, spin around and around in your crib at night, have mastered the art of the "pouty lip", love playing with your burp cloths, tee tee on Mommy at least twice per week, and like to watch TV with Daddy in your underpants.

You are SUCH a blessing little Coop! Daddy has had some rough days here lately and you are the biggest ray of sunshine we could ever ask for. You are a constant reminder of God's faithfulness and sovereignty.

We are over the moon for you!

"For this child, I have prayed". 1 Samuel 1:27

Work Schmork

Mommy meets working world = total success.

What I thought was going to be the hardest thing ever has actually turned out to be completely manageable. Don't get me wrong, I miss Super Coop like CRAZY when I am away at work, but I have learned to treasure every second I spend with him so much more. I come home in the afternoons and scoop him up and love on him until bedtime. It is absolutely fabulous.

Mommy meets working world + tries to find time to blog = total failure.

It seems my daytime TV and bon bon time is over, therefore every bit of my time at night is spent with my two sweet peas. Doesn't leave much time for blogging (which has totally become my zen in all of the chaos that seems to be following us around...)

Updates from this week:

1. Attempt at Juice Numero Tres on Tuesday resulted in a big fat RESCHEDULE. The Staph infection seems to be hanging around so they wanted to do a few more blood cultures before getting in another treatment. Attempt #2 will be tomorrow. I am still struggling with the idea of not being there with him now that I am back at work. *Sigh.* Confession: so maybe returning to work hasn't been a complete "success". Alas, no plan is without its flaws. Chris reassures me that he is a Big Boy and doesn't need anyone there to hold his hand. I secretly find friends or family members to be on call anyway.

2. Dr. Szabo wants to do 2 more treatments and then repeat the PET scan to see how the kudzu is responding to the juice. We find that to be AWESOME, because we just know that the results will be the best news we've heard in months.

3. My Aunt Lucy makes the most scrumptious chicken-n-dumplins in all the world. Coming home from work to the smell of them cooking was a definite highlight of the week!

4. My mom is my superhero. She came up to help out this week and oh my, what an absolute Godsend! She makes being a Suzy Homemaker look like a piece of cake! She loved on Coop while we were at work, cooked us home-cooked meals, washed all of our stinky laundry, made our bed every day, did the dishes, and kept me company at night when Chris wasn't feelin' so hot. It was wonderful!

5. I am addicted to sweet tea and crushed ice. I thought my addiction and daily trips through the Chickfila drive thru would come to an abrupt end when I returned to work. They have not. Instead, I just wake up 10 minutes early so I can swing by on my way to the office. Heaven in a styrofoam cup.

My Two Loves

Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1

All in a Name

I am obsessed.

I keep trying to come up with a name for the 5K so we can get crackin' on all the nitty gritty, but I am totally lacking in the creative department here lately.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling thinking. I roll through stop signs day dreaming. I fail to realize I am no longer on hold with the insurance company and get caught talking to myself in my best radio announcer voice. I scribble down rhyming words and slogans on the back of my Chick-fil-a napkins.

All that and here's what I've come up with so far:
-The Juice Is Loose 5K Fun Run/Walk (love it, but so many people will be confused on the "juice" part...)
-Refuse to Lose 5K

-Run with a Lymph (TOTALLY inappropriate. TOTALLY.Please forgive me for even posting it. "Lymphoma" has got to be the worst word to try and rhyme or play off of...)
-D'Feet Lymphoma 5K (lame-o)
-The Kick Kudzu to the Curb 5K
-Bald-r-dash 5K Fun Run/Walk

We want something catchy. Something snazzy. Something nifty. Any ideas? Please, please?? Favorites??

In other news, Friday marked the last day of my stint as a stay-at-home mommy. Sigh.

Such a shame. I was getting so good at laying on the floor playing peek-a-boo. I became a pro at spending hours on end staring at Coop's sweet little face. I am a master goo-goo-ga-ga-er. I can fix a bottle with my eyes closed while standing on my head. I have memorized the location of every single item on every single aisle at Target.

Sigh.

We spent the day lounging in our undies,

cooin' and a-gooin',

boppin' in the boppy and bumbo-ing in the bumbo, lunchbunchin', and well, what else, shoppin'. It was absolutely fabulous. I tried to take a thousand mental pictures to store away for ever and ever.

Ok, drama mama tiara placed safely back on shelf.

Chris is bald. Completely. Confession: I cried tonight. A lot. I don't know why really. If anything his hair loss simply signifies his progress towards the finish line. Can't work on growing your hair back if you never loose it, right?

"We must run with endurance, the race that is set before us." Hebrews 12:1

He looks so handsome. So strong. So courageous. I always knew I'd love him to pieces forever and ever, even if every hair fell off of his head and turns out, I do.

Airplane!

Daddy started losing his hair this week. Mommy decided she would lose hers too.

I keep hearing silly shenanigans about my baby mullet being sacrificed for Team Davis too, but I just don't know about that.

I got to play Airplane with Daddy tonight and I had oh so much fun! I love having him home with me! He gives the best kisses in all the world.

I've been spending a lot of time on my tummy lately. Mommy says I have to if I want to be big and strong like Daddy.

Well, it's past my bedtime and if Mommy catches me drooling on her computer I might get in trouble. Night night!

Ah!

Home. Sweet. Home. That's all folks :)

Blast that Staph!

Chris would like to report that the chicken fingers here in suite 624 are not all that bad. He would also like to report that he is no longer the proud owner of an infected chemo port. Praises for that!

Surgery was successful this morning. Still receiving rounds of IV Vancomyocin round the clock.

Blast that Staph, we say!

Cooper is being spoiled rotten by his Grammie and Nana while we stare at the walls here at Gwinnett Medical. I run home every now and then to hug his sweet little neck and take a gazillion pictures to bring back to Daddy. I might have cried today when I went home and found him dressed in a 3-6 month onesie. When we left home to embark upon this grand adventure, he was wearing 0-3/3 month clothes. Apparently he is growing up while we are here. He will probably be standing at the corner waiting to catch the bus to kindergarten by the time we get out of here...
Chris is fighter, that’s for sure. He says he doesn’t feel so strong, but I see his strength every single day. I wish he could see himself through my eyes. Better yet, I wish he could see himself through lil Coop’s eyes. Then he would know that he is a hero. A rock. A pillar of strength for our family.

Word on the street is that we may get to go home tomorrow or Wednesday. We are clinging to that word. We are in the grip of God’s grace and what an awesome place that is to be. I saw a quote today in the gift shop and I have decided that it is my new motto. It read: "Live imperfectly with great delight." Now isn't that the truth!? I saw another quote that said "Life is tough. I recommend a manicure and a really strong helmet." Brilliant.

I’ve got a little something up my sleeve and I am so excited I could almost burst.

I have decided to organize a 5K Road Race in Chris’ honor. Every day dozens of people ask what they can do for him and I was thinking how uplifting it would be to plan an event where people could come out and cheer him on as he fights the good fight. Details are still in the works, and I have probably bitten off more than I can chew, but the thought of seeing all of our friends and family running (or walking or skipping or hopping or crawling) in his honor just makes me so happy. I know it will make him so happy too. More info to come in the next few weeks!

Now back to looking for that oversized terry cloth robe…