A few weeks back I took some more photos of Sawyer for his mama…and apparently never posted them here. I blame lack of sleep. Anywho, little Sawyer now looks totally different and has changed so much since these were taken. Babies grow up too fast. It’s annoying. Can someone please fix that for me?
Hi, I’m in my third trimester and I need to learn how to just STOP ALREADY.
But since I haven’t (won’t? can’t?), there are some things that have been neglected. Like this here blog. Sorry.
This is what I look like today.
Okay, I lied. That is what I looked like on Sunday. When I showered. Today I look a bit more like a grumpy, overweight loon that needs a nap.
This is what Lucy looked like on Sunday.
She looks like that today, too. It’s kind of her thing.
Her other thing? Being awesomely adorable.
God help me if Taco John is anything like Lu. I don’t know if my heart can stand it. It may just explode from joy.
She’s wanted to hold him since the second she saw him, but I wasn’t ready. As Trent told her while she wildly spun in circles while he slept on the floor next to her, “You can do whatever you want when it’s our baby, but you need to be careful around this one.”
He’s their firstborn. Little, fragile, very new. I remember what that was like. Wanting to be a normal human being, but finding it totally impossible when that little face is right in front of you. Being overwhelmed and ecstatic and joyful and oh so very tired. And wanting the older kids to be a little more gentle, a tiny bit more careful.
But they are a bit more daring then we were. Maybe because they’ve had experience with the children of their friends, or maybe they are just calmer then I was (most likely), but they asked if she wanted to hold him. Her eyes lit up and she looked cautiously over at me. “If it’s okay with them, then it’s okay with me,” I told her.
They were right. She was ready. I am the one who wasn’t ready. My baby is holding a baby. Pretty soon she’ll be holding a baby every day. But can’t she still be my baby too? If she is the big kid, is she still my little girl? When did the baby in this picture, become the big girl in the picture above?
And then, just like that, I’m snapped out of it. Jesus, Megan, you’re missing this moment. And where the hell is your camera?!
It’s been a good one, but I’m ready for fall. Fall is filled with birthdays (my brother-in-law, my niece, my nephews, myself, Trent’s grandma), Halloween, college football (despite the sadness that are my poor, poor Jayhawks), leaves falling, hiring someone to rake said leaves, and continued baby growing.
Just now, in my office….
Boss Man: Hey, how are you doing today?! [Happy and excited because we won a project and he was delivering the news.]
Me: Awesome. [Cough, hack, wheeze, sneeze, sniff…groan.]
Boss Man: Eeeee….
Me: What? Don’t I sound awesome?
Boss Man: Yeah. I’m just gonna stand over here. [As far away from me as physically possible while still being in my office.]
Have you seen these pictures yet, from my family beach vacaton to South Carolina? You should. In fact, I’ll just put them right here. You’re welcome.
I know I’ve mentioned it a bazillion times, but I thank my lucky stars on a daily basis for Trent’s family. They are just so lovely and giving and everything a family should be and more. This trip was a perfect break for Trent, Lu and I, and as per usual, his family made everything fun and easy for us. I could go on, but I won’t bore you with details. Suffice to say, although I feel like absolute crap-ola right now, I would take a summer cold (in a pregnant, can’t take Nyquil body) a hundred times over for another week at the beach with these people.
