rollie pollie + swimming season

This weekend marked the start of swimming season for our family. Granted, my father in law had to heat the pool up quite a few degrees before any of us would get in, but we did enjoy a lovely Saturday afternoon of swimming, eating, guitar hero-ing, and more swimming. Sawyer loved chillin' in the water in his new raft, courtesy of his Grandma Nemo. In the spa with Dad, Uncle Mikey & cousin BostonJust floating
Papa Jim and BostonNevermind Mom's whiteness and her Blossom hat

We love to swim and we're excited to have a fun summer of lounging by the pool at both my parent's and Spencer's parent's homes with our new little waterbug.

Tonight Sawyer and Spencer were hanging out on the floor in the office together organizing some stuff and I turned around to see this. Sawyer was eating his dad's nose. Yum!




The little dude went to the doc today and will be having a 3 hour surgery this summer to correct his hypospadias (look it up). Blech. Luckily his is minor and they say it's very routine and normal, but surgery on your baby is never something to look forward to.

Oh and he weighed in at 17 lbs 3 oz today. FATTY.

good things

After a long and tiring battle, I have lost. Lost my hair, that is.

I was lucky to have a pretty easy pregnancy, fast delivery, and a happy baby to show for it in the end. But where I drew the short stick was in the post-partum hair loss category. During pregnancy my hair was great, but as soon as I took that first shower after getting home from the hospital, the battle to keep my hair began.

And the war waged on for months. Finally, I decided it was too deadened and thinned out to bother keeping it long. It wouldn't resume it's natural waviness, wouldn't hold a curl, and had more split ends than I'd ever seen.

Chop chop. I am happy with my shorter hair. And it is finally starting to fill back in. But I know it will never be the same.

However, yesterday was like a peace offering from my hair. I decided I would try to wear it natural (which is like a pseudo-curly-kinda-wavy-messy look?). My hair hasn't had enough fullness or body to even come close to this style for a solid 6 months now. VOILA!



SCORE: Megan-1, Megan's hair-195 (every day, minus 1, since Sawyer was born!)

Speaking of the little guy, he is now a side sleeper. He rolls himself onto his stomach in the night alot now and he hates his stomach so he wakes up crying until someone comes in and flips him onto his back. But then he usually wakes up in this position. Happy medium, I guess.

smiiiile for the camera

In an effort to take more pictures of our day to day with the little dude...we've snapped the following as of late. And pictures are way more fun than reading about our days :


slobbery kisses. we're used to it around here.


sawyer LOVES to watch bruno. that feeling is not mutual however.


some days he looks like mom, some days he looks like dad. but more and more, he is just turning into his own little self all around. pretty great to watch.



reciprocation.




sleeping soundly. amen to that.



dad and the dude at a church function. there was karaoke involved, which meant sawyer had to scream along with whoever was singing. he likes to scream-talk. it's great fun in public.


more kisses, imagine that.

this is sawyer's mad face. when he gets frustrated, he curls up his nose and does this snort/cry thing that is SO fun. well, it was fun the first few times at least. not so much now.



first time eating peas. more please.

shaky saturday

This morning started off especially bad.

I remember waking to hear Sawyer crying from his crib at 8am.

I literally jumped out of bed and ran into his room. This is strange because I never do this. I am usually not alarmed to being woken up by him squawking/talking/occasionally crying. I never rush into his room straight away. But rush I did. Rush, indeed.

I pulled him from his crib and laid him on his changing table. All of a sudden I felt nauseous, dizzy and really hot. I knelt down beside his changing table with one hand on him so he wouldn't fall and after a few seconds I managed to shake the gross feeling.

Minutes later I was walking with Sawyer in my arms back into my room and the feeling came rushing back. I was disoriented and everything was foggy. I felt like it was 150 degrees and everything was closing in on me.

I woke up on the floor slumped against the bedroom doorway. Sawyer was at my feet, screaming.

He appeared unharmed. No bleeding. No visible bumps or scrapes. But he was screaming like I had never heard before. I gathered him up and crawled to the phone, seeing as I wasn't doing so hot on 2 feet so far.

I dialed Spencer's cell. Then everything was black again.

I woke up to hear the female voicemail voice telling me to push 1 if I was satisfied with my message. I hung up. Sawyer was still screaming.

I crawled into the bathroom and attempted to splash my face with water but couldn't do that with Sawyer in my hands. I set him in the sink. Everything went black again.

I gathered Sawyer and sat on the bathroom floor rocking him to try and settle him down. I realized it was time for his morning bottle. Maybe that would calm him. I crawled down the hallway with him in my arms, and scooted down the stairs.

I finally felt stable enough to stand and made him a bottle as quickly as I could. He sucked half of it down quietly, then started screaming again.

He has to be hurt, is all I kept thinking, but I couldn't see where he was hurt. And I didn't know if I had dropped him or where or how far he would have/could have fallen. I didn't know what had happened to him during my bouts of blackouts. I felt totally helpless. And from what I could tell, so did he.

Eventually he did calm down. Eventually I ate some graham crackers and juice and began feeling better.

I inspected him head to toe. No bumps, no bruises, not a mark on him, somehow.

I'm still a little shaken. I imagine rushing from a deep sleep with little food from the night before in my stomach was what caused my fainting.

More than anything, I am just trying to fight off the overwhelming guilt and worry that is trying to consume me entirely. Not that there is much a person can do to avoid a spontaneous fainting fit...but hearing the 20 second voicemail message that recorded at 8:05am of Sawyer screaming helplessly on Spencer's cell phone sure makes me wish I could have done something, anything.

peep this

A belated Easter post. It was a whirlwind of a day consisting of banana waffles (the best), easter baskets (good stuff), church (which was good), lunch and relaxing after church (also good), text message from sister saying Mom was in the ER (not good), eating Pizza Hut (awful) with my brother and sister (i like them) instead of Easter dinner and homemade rolls (yummers) at Spencer's mom's, and a visit with Mom in the hospital (not fun, but it was good to visit the sickly lady).

Mom turned out to be ok after a few days of tests and is now on the mend. I love her and hate when she is sick, probably because she hardly ever is. Since I was born she has been in the hospital only 3 times- and one of those visits was to have my little sister!

Here's some pictures of our Easter morning. Hope yours was splendid and did not include a visit to the hospital.

the bunny has been here

easter tie for spencer

new jammies, a whale coin bank, some toys and an easter smooch for sawyer

happenin' happenings

Discovery. Hands. And feet.


I think this kid is descended from Santa Claus. What jolly cheeks you have!


Research has shown that self mutilation can start at a very early age. Apparently.



No nakey shots here. Just a baby and his dino bath toy (the dino is on loan from his friend Mateo, until his baby brother arrives).


Recently we have been playing Guitar Hero World Tour with Spencer's brother and his family. They brought the game over to our house a few times so we could have a full band to play with. We've stayed up way too late till we were delirious from playing songs over and over because someone (it's usually Spencer) messes up. This picture features a few of our rotating band members- Emily, Mikey, and our neighbors Mark and Chrissy. I know for some guitar hero and rockband are all played out and old news, but I still think this game is totally fun.


Sawyer loves to lounge. He lays like this alot while he eats his bottle, catches a Baby Einstein flick, sucks on his thumb...whatev.


This is how Sawyer stays so healthy (and by healthy, I mean chunky)

grammar nazi

I have been referred to as a grammar nazi before. I correct people's (and by people, I mean Spencer and my former coworkers) spelling and occasional speaking errors. I am by no means a master of the English language, but c'mon. Were, we're, where-- these are not all the same word to be substituted at will.

It's like an OCD type of thing for me. If you aren't sure how to spell a word, then find a synonym that you are confident in spelling. Same thing with the pronunciation of words. While watching Spencer grade papers the other night and spotting some major spelling errors, it reminded me of a great example of how much of a grammar snob I can be.

Apples to apples: a double feature

What do you think the odds are that two guys my sister would date at separate points in time would each be caught mispronouncing words during a board game where I am not only present, but a highly invested competitor? Sadly for two of my sister's former flames, lady luck was not on their side.

The first time was a game of Apples to Apples with a drummer boy (who's Anthony?) that my sister was dating, who was equally as competitive as I am at games.

When it was his turn to read the card he said a word I'd never heard.

He pronounced loudly, "soup-er-lay-tive".

After a few seconds, I questioned him, "Did you mean superlative??"

Embarrassed, but still full of pride, he said "Uh yeah. Shut up. That's what I meant. Superlative."

So we all had a nice laugh and kept teasing him and saying "souperlaytive" all night. Good times.

Fast forward to months later. A bearded, mopey guy has emerged at the dining room table to claim his spot as the new boyfriend. We are explaining to him how to play Apples to Apples. Before the game starts, we briefly talk about my grammar nazi-ism (not a word, I know. hypocrite alert!) We even recount the story of the drummer boy and "souperlaytive", in all of its glory. He has a good laugh. So far his attempts at deep intellectual comments and spotty social skills are hinting that he might be the type who is into the idea of seeming really smart and "well-read", whatever that even means. He didn't last long enough with Erin for me to find out what he was "into", except for being a downer of a date.

His turn to read. He butchers the word on the card.

I immediately start cracking up, yelling "Are you kidding?? You're kidding right! That's awesome! hahaha..."

As his face drops, I realize he isn't kidding. It is not a joke. I seriously think he is being funny, mocking the old boyfriend and scoring funny points with the big sister. Oh how wrong I am.

It is "souperlaytive" all over again.

And I am laughing and banging on the dining room table, drawing as much attention to his ironic error as humanly possible. So I pull my claws out of the poor guy, and we all try to laugh it off and pretend it didn't happen. But he left the house mortified and we didn't get Apples to Apples out to play again for a long time.

Luckily, the current boyfriend has played and survived Apples to Apples with me. It's a promising sign. But the story does remind me to stop acting like the grammar police, even though it has made for some pretty hilarious corrections.

Note: I am positive this post is full of run-on and poorly formed sentences. Feel free to dish it out, I can take it.