tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67289068045732816992024-03-13T02:19:44.636+01:00Megan, Ivan and Anton's Great Adventures!!!Staying in touch with the ones we love while were in far away lands!!Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-69636859487910762562012-12-18T06:05:00.003+01:002012-12-18T06:05:47.769+01:00Here comes Santa Claus....Forget that guy.... Here comes Anton!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Awww.... I LOVE MY ANTON!!! We had such a blast tonight he was so amazing when he went to see Santa Claus!! We got there, I made him take his baseball cap off and straighten his hair out, then coached him on what he's supposed to do, helped him up, though he needed no helping and away he went telling Santa that he wanted a blue iron man and a blue power ranger for Christmas, of course he was asked if he had been a good boy and Anton answered immediately YES!! That's when Santa told him to just be a good more boy for one more week!! Then he turned and smiled for the camera, the most beautiful amazing smile ever it was like magic, all except for one little thing... his eyes were closed like father like son I suppose!! So we settled for the one of them hugging a bit. There was also an amazing one of Santa (who had a real beard btw!) and Anton chatting, it really melted my heart!! So when we were done a little old lady asked if she could look at his picture!! Of course I obliged, because how can you say no to someone wanting to tell you what a big and handsome boy he is!! I just love this little guy, then on the other side of santa are these singing bears we listened to a few songs, one was a chipmunk song and Anton just laughed when the bear would make his voice like a chipmunk!! Best sound ever is his laughter!! He had to of course get a closer look, and really really wanted to climb the fence but staying true to his previous words to old St. Nick he was a very good listener and stayed on our side of the fence!! Then of course we took him for dinner at Wendy's all of our favorite place to eat!! He asked for the toy microphone that comes in the kids meal and we said you get what you get... well as lucky as this little guy is he got guess what... the microphone!! After dinner we just sat there and interviewed each other asking about Christmas and how old we were, and if we were good or bad. Seriously, I love that kid. He is super fun, boisterous, fast, crazy, dirty, loving and really truly cares about us and lets us know how much he cares!! He is sweet and innocent but at the turn of a corner you can find that your leg is being hi karated off!! He's of course sleeping right now as it's 2 minutes past midnight and I find myself wanting to sneak in there and snuggle and kiss him. However, I know he is a growing boy who needs his sleep so he can play and swim with his friend Connor tomorrow, so I will let him sleep!! Who knew you could be in love with two guys at the same time ;) They both are the keepers of my heart and I wouldn't have it any other way!!!</div>
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We are in our house... FINALLY!! It was a crazy wreck trying to get it all sorted out but we did it... First we were going to be in on July 1st but when we contacted the storage company they couldn't deliver our stuff from Germany until July 9th, the day after Ivan left for a week long training. So it would be Anton and I telling the movers where to put stuff and marking all the boxes down to make sure we have everything.... So we called the company and after A LOT of begging they said we could have it delivered on Friday June 29th so all Ivan had to do is call and ask the landlord if we could move in a few days early... everything was a go, except that they were also cleaning the carpets on Friday so we couldn't have them bring anything in side the house except for the big furniture which we put in the dining rooms. It was crazy and I'm so glad that we were able to get it changed even though the carpet cleaners were finishing up and rolling up their hoses right when the truck came with our stuff!! I will say that my back and arms were pretty sore after moving all our stuff from the garage/dining rooms to each room but we did it!! (Ivan also made us rearrange our bedroom twice... and that furniture is the heaviest in the house!!) A few broken and scratched up things but other than that everything else pretty much made it... I think I might be missing a mirror that my grandma and grandpa gave to me for my graduation but I still have a few boxes to go thru!! as soon as our office is set up I'll start actually blogging some pictures too!! For now though, I can go to the bathroom on my own (sometimes) and Anton really loves his play room and being able to run around our whole house!! he actually did about 7 or 8 laps around the living room last night before bed!! Anton also LOVES LOVES LOVES running thru the sprinkler, something we never had until now!! He of course loves helping his daddy cut the grass since he can drive the lawn mower!! Just so many things to love... except the spiders... can you believe that there are more here than in germany and just as big : /</div>
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It is a very serious struggle, and my dear husband is usually pretty good about the whole thing I just tell him let me just finish these books so I can be done them and be back to my normal self :) and he does well considering its been quite a few months since I picked up my last book anyway, and that I rarely ask for anything. ANYWAY... this darn book has me thinking so hard about if I am the Capitol... And let me say that the main characters in this book are written so selflessly and they give everything for their families and for others. So of course the Capitol is the place where they have plenty and they actually drink stuff to make them throw up so they can eat more :/ so no I don't throw up so I can eat more but I do think of how much we have that we waste sometimes, like the two nectarines I forgot we had until I smelled them ewww..... So I have been thinking how can I become more selfless ( I'm going to start small and work my way up) in my family. What can I go without so that my family can have more so that I can teach Anton that the best feelings in life are that of self sacrifice and giving to others.. I do realize that this will be lost on my almost 3 year old, however maybe if he sees it he will model it?? So has anyone else ever read a book and realized that your life is closer relatd to the antagonist versus the heroine? Ok ok side note, Anton s listening to the lion kings " I just cant wait to be king" and smiling so big!! I love that kid!Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-37169564971102574022012-06-04T04:08:00.001+02:002012-06-04T04:08:48.673+02:00Keep on trucking....So nothing too exciting just want to keep the momentum going with the blog!! I think we have like 26 more days left in the camper, thank goodness! The toilet smells of nasty death every time you flush I mean so awful I flush hold my breath and wash my hands so fast, thinking I'm turning onthe hot water but realizing you have to flip the switch for he hot water at least 30 min in advance... So wash it with cold water turn on the fan and shut the door!! Also I needed a small break from the wrestling gentleman known as Anton and Ivan, so I went and laid on my bed while they continued their wrestling match on Anton's bed... But of course 2 min after I lay down the match moves to my bed... One on the right side one on the left side throwing Anton's cars slippers at each other while trying to get them to ricochet and hit me for bonus points... Ugh... (and cute).... So I snatch the slippers away and tell they can't have them back because they are hitting me in the head and not listening ( all the time looking at Ivan then to Anton and then back) so Anton instructs daddy to cry so that I will give them back the shoes!?! Exposed! I then told daddy that crying uld not get him the shoes back but talking to me and coming to an agreement would, so. Would move all the way to the right and they would continue to play to the left of me and they would try or to hit me in the head (yeah right!) ... I sure hope the darn lesson sunk in... Even as I'm writing this I still can't believe he gave himself away just like that!! Oops so that ties in because I tried to go to another area in the camper but as its so stinking small everyone is always right there and I just need some space!! 26 more days!!Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-63686742632382910362012-06-01T23:42:00.000+02:002012-06-01T23:42:18.322+02:00Are you stitching kidding me?Awww, my life it's never a breeze or uncomplicated for some reason :) so let's back track to Wednesday evening, My lovely husband was flushing out our trailers toilet cuz I kept complaining about passing out from the stench... So he would fill it up with the hose and then dump it all, fill it up dump it... And on the third and final fill... The neighbors brought their new hound dogs out so of course we went to see them and play with them and, yep you guessed it Ivan looked back at the trailer and water was coming out of the seams :( so he ran over and turned off the water, but the floor was covered in two inches of toilet/water junk.... So quickly he went to his shop and got the shop vac and cleaned it all up whilst Anton and I went to dinner with some other neighbors. When we came back Ivan was finally done and so I went and sanitized and washed the floors and walls. I mean I know I needed to mop but really??? That's just excessive ;)
Fast Forward to today... Staple removal day... So Ivan drops me off at 3 and decided to stay in the car with Anton because he DID NOT want to be in the room... Ok so I'm braving this alone... Go in she takes them out with out hardly any pain!! She steri strips me and away I go. I'm thinking easy as pie... Ha! So we go back to base and are pulling up to get our mail when I look down and have bled thru my pants, tank top and t-shirt... Call the doc while Ivan goes to get the mail and they say come back in... Go back get cleaned up, more steri strips and some gauze and am told that my belly button opening is probably going to want to drain so to just not take a shower and keep putting gauze on it for about a day and half so that it will scab itself :o I was a tiny bit confused as the last 7 days with staples I thought it was healing and supposed to be forming those scab things, I guess not?? So we went and bought some gauze, and some big bandiads to keep it clean and let it leak :) ha ha I swear things are never just simple... But what are you going to do? It is what it is!! ( oh and I totally just sneezed while waiting this and pretty sure there's no more scab there even if there was to begin with!)
On to a better and funny note Anton cracked me up and hurt my feelings a tiny bit yesterday... I was singing in the car while we were driving to his friends house and he says " mommy stop stop... Your hurting my ears and cars ears... Mommy say sorry to Anton and car" so I say sorry to Anton and he then says " now say your sorry to car" so I say sorry car. And then Anton says " yeah you hurted cars ears and my ears" ...... Aww... All my lovely husband has to say about the whole thing is that's my boy, Im proud of you Anton... Maybe I need singing lessons what do you think?Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-43309172257132651732012-05-30T19:50:00.001+02:002012-05-30T19:50:52.838+02:00Every little thing is gonna be alrightSo went to the dr today and got all the hoopla and questions answered. Unfourtanly for me my periods will stay the same... Which I think is super cruel... If you only have one tube you should only have to have one cycle every other month! The dr said it will be slightly harder for us to get preggers, and have a slightly higher chance of having another ectopic pregnancy but that the left tube looked pretty good so he doesn't really expect it to happen. When he was in the underworld he did notice that both ovaries had some "cystic changes" where there were sacs of cystic fluid on them but they didn't look too worrisome and at our 8 week check they are going to do an ultrasound to make sure everything is ok... And then on Friday I get to go have the staples removed!! So the last order of my business is going to talk to the gym I just paid on Thursday ( yes the day before I went into surgery) for a month membership to see if they could hold the membership until I'm able to start working out again! I hope so it's an all women's gym so they have to understand right? I don't have to take anymore antibiotics yay! And I think I'm just going to stop taking the pain pills too, I can live with a little bit of pain... But you can bet your booty that I'll be taking a pain pill on Friday when they remove my staples... Everyone keep your fingers crossed that ivan or I don't pass out when they remove my staples!! My mom will tell you that the last time they removed staples from me they had to lay me down and bring me some juice! And poor Ivan faints at the sight of a needle so it's not looking too good for us on Friday :)Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-69482666475949508402012-05-29T16:06:00.001+02:002012-05-29T16:06:06.620+02:00A memorial weekend I won't ever forget!So it all started on Thursday, with some discomfort lower abdomen pain... Nothing to serious as I went to Zumba class and was able to keep up :) then Friday morning we woke up and went for a bike ride and brught Anton home for a nap, while he was napping it started to feel like I was having slight contractions, so I thought I might be preggo. Thought that since I started working out about two weeks ago that I was going to have to rest a little bit and then everything would go back to normal... So I called a nurse device line, they suggested that I go to a walk in clinic just to make sure. So Friday around 2 ish I went to the walk in clinic. Around 230 after taking a pee test I found out I was pregnant!! I called Ivan and told him yay!! They wanted me to go to the hospital to have an ultrasound and a blood test to determine how far along I was... So I walked across the street to the hospital (because there was no way Anton was going to behave thru all these appointments :) so I go and have the blood test go and wait for the ultrasound.... And drink a lot of water because you have to have a full bladder for this type of u/s ... Then they have an emergency u/s to do before me.... I was ready to explode!! I wanted to pee so bad!! Ha ha ha, finally they got me back there and she did the outer one first so I could pee :) awwww... Now she had to do the inter vaginal one so we were joking and laughing then she kind of went silent and had a serious face, she said she was finished with the right side and went to the left side, finished with the left now and said she wanted to get a few more shots of the right side... Alarm bell number 1 she wanted MORE pics.... So when she was finally done I called Ivan to come pick me up because the dr at the immediate care said after the u/s I could go home... However the tech asked me to stay in radiology so that the Dr could call me right away... Alarm bell nĂºmero 2.... So I told Ivan that I actually had to wait here and I'd call him as soon as I knew. The immediate care Dr called me and said that. Had an ectopic tubal pregnancy in my right Fallopian tube and needed emergency surgery because it looked like there was blood surrounding the fertilized egg which worries them because it means that it's close to rupturing... So I walk two doors down into the emergency room and boom, met by a nurse they get me hooked up have me where the gown, take a whole bunch f blood and then finally Ivan and Anton show up to see me :) looks like Anton and daddy were going to have a sleep over with each other!! And mommy was going to spend the night at the hospital. The On call OB came in and explained what was going to happen, they were going to make three small holes one in my belly button, one in the mid right and then one right above my c-section scar on the right side. Then they were going in to remove my right tube check my ovaries and left tube to make sure everything else looked good and that as that. So of course the first thing I asked was you HAVE to remove the tube?? And the answer was OF COURSE. Well what are the chances of us being able to get pregnant again? Slightly less but not impossible. What are the chances of me having anther ectopic pregnancy in the left tube? Chances are increased because I've already had one. Fast forward... Recovery room.... Everything went well I can pee which seems to be the only thing anyone is worried about :) I'm really sleepy, and it almost felt like a vacation if it weren't for the pesky nurse who had to still give me a rhogam shot, and come and take my blood pressure and tempature all the time :) so now I'm waiting to talk to the Dr who actually performed the surgery and they tell me that I have to make an appointment with his office for Wednesday. So the only thing I'm even upset about is that I have no idea what went down... I know I'm walking around with only one Fallopian tube, but I have a billion other questions like.... Since I don't have afillopian tube does the egg that gets released just float around in my body since I don't have the tube? Do I only get my period now once every other month? That might be kinda cool!? Anyway so I will wait u til tomorrow and see whats going on with my body... Still not sure how I "feel" about any of this... Ive done my best to not think too hard on the subject, but maybe after tomorrow I'll feel differently?? If I remember I will try and blog about the appointment... But if my previous trend continues you might have to wait 6 months to hear from me :)Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-29261364417167861282011-12-31T03:33:00.003+01:002011-12-31T04:14:44.194+01:00It's time to start again!Aww... it's been too long way too long... Anton is almost 2 1/2 years old and WILD and CRAZY but also super fun and loving. He has an imagination to boot!! He loves nothing more than going outside to run and play and jump!! For Christmas we got him an indoor trampoline and it's getting used about a bajillion times a day!!! I love it, a few of his favorite games to role play with us are, iron man, robot, chasing game and all around wrestling and fighting :) He is all boy this one!! Except when Aunt Bridgette puts him in Gretals dress or when he sees that Gretal gets to wear pretties in her hair and he wants one too!! I can't say no because he looks so dang cute in them and I love it!!! We have been spending the holidays with family which has been such a fun blessing and a little crazy! My mom always has me going somewhere to a blessing, a missionary send off, visiting grandparents... I really can't complain though I love being able to see all of my extended family and am so excited that in April we'll be moving to North Carolina so we'll at least be stateside and the flights will at least be a little shorter :) I guess I'll have to keep a look out for some cheap airline tickets!! I think Ivan is sad to leave his 2nd motherland... and I'm super sad too... I know we'll have to try to go back someday because we have loved living there so much and getting to enjoy and experience the culture! Ivan does love to experience new things and really likes to hunt and fish and from what we hear he can do both in North Carolina... so it looks like our freezer and our walls will be full!! Well now it's time to give 2, 2 year olds a bath... look out this is going to be crazy :)Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-46212065842635358642011-12-20T03:34:00.000+01:002011-12-20T03:35:13.279+01:00Trying something...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); line-height: 17px; font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><object id="cnbcplayer" height="380" width="400" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0"> <param name="type" value="application/x-shockwave-flash"> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <param name="quality" value="best"> <param name="scale" value="noscale"> <param name="wmode" value="transparent"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"> <param name="salign" value="lt"> <param name="flashVars" value="startTime=000"> <param name="flashVars" value="endTime=000"> <param name="movie" value="http://plus.cnbc.com/rssvideosearch/action/player/id/3000061089/code/cnbcplayershare"> <embed name="cnbcplayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" height="380" width="400" quality="best" wmode="transparent" scale="noscale" salign="lt" src="http://plus.cnbc.com/rssvideosearch/action/player/id/3000061089/code/cnbcplayershare" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></span>Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-74663777151705012802011-03-15T22:19:00.003+01:002011-03-16T00:01:25.352+01:00The biggest Regret...I've put off writing this for SOOOOOO long, and it seems kinda silly that this should be my first post back in a LONG time but, I feel that tonight it is right. I know a few of you are going to support me in this post, a few are going think I'm freaking weird, a few more are going to think I should not be discussing such things in a public forum, some might take it like I'm judging them... but mostly this is not for anyone but me, and my soul, and maybe for Anton when he's older.<div><br /></div><div>I chose to circumcise my son, not knowing anything about foreskin and the functions of it and not even thinking to research this procedure I choose to cut off a piece of my sons organ. The main reason so he didn't get made fun of in the locker room, and because this is what we do in America. I didn't know then that this would turn out to be the single most regret of my life. </div><div><br /></div><div>When Anton was two weeks old Ivan and I took him to the clinic on base to have him circumcised, we filled out the paperwork and signed the consent forms, which said things like your baby might not want to eat after, might be fussy not sleep well, have some bleeding. And like any person who trusts Dr. explicitly I just didn't think, it was almost like reading your prescription medicine bottle, it can cause dry mouth, anal discharge, loss of vision etc. you just pop the pill in your mouth thinking that your Dr prescribed these for you so their safe. You don't question you just keep your head down and do what you *thought was for the best. We took Anton back to the room where they showed us the board that they strap him down arms and legs, spread eagle of course. Talk a little about the procedure then explain that you should leave the building for 30 min while they circumcise your baby because they are so loud that the parents can hear them in the waiting room and it tends to "upset" the parents. So we hand Anton over to the Dr, walk out and take a walk. While Ivan and I were walking I got the worst sinking feeling in my stomach, I tell Ivan I feel so weird not having Anton in my arms, I feel like he's in danger and I need to go and get him. Ivan tells me everything is ok, and we start to walk back. We come into the waiting room, and he's brought out to us with a pacifier in his mouth, bundled in a blanket. They hand him to me and immediately he starts screaming. I try to soothe him, nothing works, I hand him to Ivan and he quiets down. We are asked to wait for about 10-15 min in the waiting room so that a nurse can check his wound to make sure he's not bleeding too much and to go over how to care for the wound. About every 5 min now Anton bursts into screaming fits... not crying fits mind you SCREAMING fits. He refuses to nurse. They call us back open the diaper, it is red swollen bleeding he's crying again because he's laying down again spread eagle and having ointment put on. We take him home and every diaper change is pain and torture, his open wound is being touched by urine and feces, we try to be as gentle as possible, screams of pain wail out of him and not just at diaper changes. He doesn't want to nurse, or be held by me, he's ok with Ivan but still cried a lot. We both decided that we never want to ever do this again, if we have another boy. Of course the wound "healed" eventually like most wounds do. About six months later I read an article on circumcision, there were quite a number of things that HIT me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Number one it was a NON MEDICAL procedure... it was essentially COSMETIC surgery. When I read this, my heart sunk... I basically put my child thru hell during the first weeks of his new life here on earth when he was the most dependent and defenseless, he counted on me to protect him and keep him safe from any kind of harm and I did the opposite I sought this COSMETIC surgery, the surgery that has NO medical benefits. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I saw a picture of a baby in shock from having a circumcision I knew with out a shadow of a doubt that this happened to my son, he went in a calm and happy baby, and came out a baby who had fits of terrorizing screams, a baby who was dependent on a pacifier. He had that same glassy look when I first held him that I recognized in the picture of the baby in shock. Now as a toddler, anytime Anton gets hurt or feels abandoned he holds his breath until he literally convulses and passes out. I thought he had grown out of it as he hadn't done it in a while, but when he had a seizure and had to be taken to the ER and went thru the hole being poked and prodded, I think it set off an alarm in him. Because since we've come home he now passes out at least 2-3 times a week. Which we had it down to maybe once every two weeks. I know this behavior stems from his circumcision where he passed out due to the tremendous pain of having one of the most sensitive body parts literally RIPPED from him. And this is something I CHOSE for him.</div><div><br /></div><div>There is an ACTUAL purpose for the foreskin!!! It is an amazing and miraculous purpose, it does exactly what God designed it for. Every male mammal was born with a foreskin, it's not useless, it's also not just a piece of skin the clip off. (which is what I thought, I compared it in my head to a skin tag being removed by scissors so NOT the case) The foreskin is FUSED to the glans (head) of the penis, like your finger nail is fused to your finger, in order to remove the foreskin you literally have to RIP it from the glans. Rip it, those words just play over and over in my head... I didn't know at the time that the foreskin is fused to keep out all debris, and to help PREVENT children from getting UTI's and infections as long as the skin is not forcibly retracted ( this is why there is SO much mis information out there, boys were being forcibly retracted, the foreskin pulled back and being ripped from the glans before it naturally retracted which causes a lot of problems such as UTI's and um PAIN!!) In fact little girls are way more likely to get a UTI than an intact boy. But we just treat them with antibiotics. There are A LOT more functions of the foreskin, I encourage you to look them up!! This is just the one that struck me the most!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>There were warning signs that I just didn't see until 6 months later when I had clarity... I had a friend and we were both having boys and she said she was leaving her son intact. Why didn't I ask why? Why didn't I ask my German pediatrician why they didn't circumcise in Europe? Why would I even think it's ok to take a newborn who likes to be bundled and swaddled and held and strap him down spread eagle? Right there that is the most unnatural thing for a baby who has just spent 10 months warm and cozy inside his mommy, and now his arms and legs are being strapped down? When a consent form says it's normal for a baby, a 2 week old baby mind you, to not want to eat you have to ask yourself WHY?? Why is this normal, what is making a baby who usually wants to eat every 30 min or so, not want to eat at all?? Why is it ok for a baby to have problems sleeping after the procedure? Why did I not wonder why they had given my son a pacifier, how much pain was he in that they decided to stick something in his mouth to suck on to help alleviate it and WHY WHY WHY is this OK. Why did I not question any of those things? Why did I not listen to that voice that was telling me that my baby was NOT OK? Why didn't I listen to my motherly instinct? I had little nudges here and there, small hints left for me to ask why, and find the answers BEFORE anything ever happened but I failed to heed those little nudges and hear those little murmurings of motherly love that told me my baby was being harmed. WHY?? Why did I take this perfect little human, someone whom God entrusted with me to protect and love and cherish ALWAYS. God gave him to me perfect, in his image and I forever altered him. I'm sorry, so so so sorry. </div><div><br /></div><div>A lot of people won't ever understand where I'm coming from, and I honestly hope they NEVER have to understand where I'm coming from. Sometimes I very selfishly wish I could go back to those first 6 months when I didn't realize what horror I inflicted upon my perfect little guy, but I know that I can't. I think about this at least every day. Yes I can laugh and go on play dates, but when I hear of a friend or family member that is having a boy all I can think about is helping or saving that boy, because I didn't protect my son and I feel like I have to atone for that horrible mistake I freely choose to make, for another human being. A choice I had no right to make. Nothing anything anybody says will make it go away or hurt less, I fear the day that I have to sit Anton down and tell him what we choose to do to him, and the frivolous reason why. All I can hope is that he realizes that I do love him and I am more truly sorry than I have ever been of anything in my entire life, and that I hope one day he will forgive me. I can't be silent, I'm not trying to step on anyone I'm not trying to stick my nose in, I'm just trying to atone for the mistake that keeps me up at night and wakes me up with bad dreams. I would feel sick if someone I know ever went through this, and I had a chance to say or share with them and I didn't because of fear, fear of not being liked or loved or thought of as a good patient, the same fear that lead me to not question WHY and that ultimately lead me to circumcise my son. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I hope this is coherent as it is very late for me anyway. I just couldn't sleep until I wrote some of this down... I know there will be more over the next few years as I sort thru my feelings and as I purge other feelings and thoughts, just a warning I guess, that this isn't the last post. </div><div><br /></div><div>Please if your having a boy, please please do your research... a great website is DrMomma.org</div>Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-76349567065113717622010-07-07T22:07:00.002+02:002010-07-07T22:21:56.700+02:00Amendment... This is Uncle Pero :)<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw2LUKDLQpa7WmIiGYFjZx9-e3oykyRrnHaH8oarezccpdC1cf0ReAyeuDcnJ7NT7GmwuHlACcovawsuOluxA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-32186954133601395852010-07-07T21:47:00.003+02:002010-07-07T22:05:57.153+02:00Pics for Memorial Day Post!!I rode in the very back and read Anton the same story over and over and over... I think I read it at least 20 times, I have it memorized now :) But that was the only thing that would keep him from screaming the entire car ride so Janja kept handing me the book every time he started crying it was pretty cute :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TDTcRuYu_cI/AAAAAAAAASM/RzlOxC-y6oE/s1600/DSC03904.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TDTcRuYu_cI/AAAAAAAAASM/RzlOxC-y6oE/s320/DSC03904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491256042739137986" /></a><br />This Door with Anton's name on it is a Bathroom :) How cute!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TDTcRSpRRPI/AAAAAAAAASE/8jTmWE-xlKo/s1600/DSC03917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TDTcRSpRRPI/AAAAAAAAASE/8jTmWE-xlKo/s320/DSC03917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491256035292300530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TDTcQvGL-NI/AAAAAAAAAR8/awLBXDfCYQA/s1600/DSC03910.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TDTcQvGL-NI/AAAAAAAAAR8/awLBXDfCYQA/s320/DSC03910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491256025749911762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TDTcQZJnAQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/o0l6cYDXoUk/s1600/DSC03911.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TDTcQZJnAQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/o0l6cYDXoUk/s320/DSC03911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491256019858686210" /></a>Part of Pero's routine to get people to come watch the show is to ride his indian bike and a little tiny motorcycle on these roller balls, he swerves, puts on a blind fold and does this thing with no hands or feet!! It was pretty amazing to watch!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TDTcP-PFl4I/AAAAAAAAARs/LrwQAYQX3YQ/s1600/DSC03920.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TDTcP-PFl4I/AAAAAAAAARs/LrwQAYQX3YQ/s320/DSC03920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491256012633905026" /></a><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx-3vO9WVriR3CigVnv-IGWDUPEh4GNKEBJyh4z82z0jGqhVWZ-a4cDAPO4m_W-A4DrYI-aoTpvOcHl4hDc-g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-84622476231978690652010-07-04T22:49:00.002+02:002010-07-05T00:44:49.752+02:00Memorial Day Weekend!For Memorial Day weekend we went to Ivan's Aunt's house up near Hanover, Germany. We had lots of fun and Anton did pretty well! We went and watched Ivan's uncle perform at the fair in East Germany. It was waaayy scary but he did it with his eyes closed LITERALLY!!! here are a few pics! We of course ate Great food since his aunt did all the cooking, and had a great time with his cousins watching Germany win the euro vision... we couldn't get Lena's song out of our heads for the whole weekend :( All in all it was a great trip... needless to say Jajna loves, adores, and spoils Anton she call him her sunshine... we love visisting them and can't wait until we get to go back and actually see the town they live in!!!Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-73867889551204546102010-06-20T17:07:00.006+02:002010-06-20T21:42:44.364+02:00Happy First Fathers Day!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TB5tLjaV9ZI/AAAAAAAAARU/FntBA-py2qk/s1600/DSC03971.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TB5tLjaV9ZI/AAAAAAAAARU/FntBA-py2qk/s320/DSC03971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484941441435563410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TB5tJGkCy8I/AAAAAAAAARM/qJzWEduJuYU/s1600/DSC03888.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TB5tJGkCy8I/AAAAAAAAARM/qJzWEduJuYU/s320/DSC03888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484941399331883970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TB5tIJPWpBI/AAAAAAAAARE/LrXO7iCy1ow/s1600/DSC03886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TB5tIJPWpBI/AAAAAAAAARE/LrXO7iCy1ow/s320/DSC03886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484941382870541330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TB5tHCXZRGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_TDvIjmKixQ/s1600/DSC03009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TB5tHCXZRGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_TDvIjmKixQ/s320/DSC03009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484941363845350498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TB5tGiJ6dfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fcax6VaiCvU/s1600/DSC03050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TB5tGiJ6dfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fcax6VaiCvU/s320/DSC03050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484941355198871026" /></a><br />In honor of my Father and Anton's Daddy, I just wanted to say Happy Fathers Day!! Ivan is such a wonderful and loving father. Showering Anton with kisses, attention, praise and teaching him how to pet the cats nicely, how to yell during a soccer game, and mostly how to be a good person! I feel so lucky that my partner is willing to help with Anton any time of day no matter how his day was!! Thanks Babe, I love you and want you to know that you are truly a great dad!! Here are some pics of him and Anton that I love!! They show you just how much Anton admires his daddy and how they are truly are two peas in a pod :)Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-309408212141822712010-06-18T22:54:00.003+02:002010-06-18T23:01:31.410+02:00Fun Pics!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBveeqMaTKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cObJryyjldc/s1600/DSC03849.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBveeqMaTKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cObJryyjldc/s320/DSC03849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484221589557496994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvedzt3-nI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SE2aL3IPzvo/s1600/DSC03886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvedzt3-nI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SE2aL3IPzvo/s320/DSC03886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484221574933903986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvedg-4JtI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MDAxZYO84Bc/s1600/DSC03866.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvedg-4JtI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MDAxZYO84Bc/s320/DSC03866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484221569904944850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvedaFIqVI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sFcONuproYc/s1600/DSC03877.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvedaFIqVI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sFcONuproYc/s320/DSC03877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484221568052144466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvecoe-fuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/a2WuYy7eEL4/s1600/DSC03888.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvecoe-fuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/a2WuYy7eEL4/s320/DSC03888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484221554738757346" /></a><br />So my sister's friend totally gave me the greatest idea to make some of our pics B&W and antique them!! So here are a few that I've edited and tweaked!! I love this... oh no... poor Ivan I've been doing this for waaayyy over an hour now :)Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-35186996369337737952010-06-18T21:51:00.005+02:002010-06-18T22:22:27.667+02:00Hanging around Town<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvRtLsJfCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/q3S5koL9tP4/s1600/DSC03893.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvRtLsJfCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/q3S5koL9tP4/s320/DSC03893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484207545415990306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvRsparcnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gV3Gpj-75OI/s1600/DSC03884.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvRsparcnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gV3Gpj-75OI/s320/DSC03884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484207536215913074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvRsC6G3kI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SsY0JwlezY4/s1600/DSC03881.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvRsC6G3kI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SsY0JwlezY4/s320/DSC03881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484207525878750786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvRrT6UU6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/-DQkxntjYKQ/s1600/DSC03895.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvRrT6UU6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/-DQkxntjYKQ/s320/DSC03895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484207513263166370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvRq_oVkFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/97KgzdjglKQ/s1600/DSC03877.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/TBvRq_oVkFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/97KgzdjglKQ/s320/DSC03877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484207507819040850" /></a><br />I have found out that the more I get the baby out of the house the happier he seems... that is as long as getting him out means going to the park and not in the car! So we have a park within walking distance and we hit it up about three times a week that is when it's not RAINING! Anton loves it!! He loves to swing, and slide and just move around in general! I catch him staring at the trees and leaves, trying to eat flowers and just enjoying the sun (with proper sun block of course) and world around him!! I think the only thing he loves more is going to the park with his DADDY! Maybe because mom is not such a daredevil like dad is or maybe because they are two peas in a pod? I didn't want to go back to the house one evening so I made Anton and Ivan walk around town so I could take pictures of them in front of Orsfeld things!! We all had a good time ( you wouldn't have thought that from Anton's face) and it was nice to spend some time together as a family!!Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-25459090741353733052010-05-10T13:30:00.002+02:002010-05-10T14:03:45.685+02:00More Utah Pics!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fw80y8TJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/u8rMY1xNVho/s1600/DSC03769.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fw80y8TJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/u8rMY1xNVho/s320/DSC03769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469605200219884690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fw8XiEFxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6-mHkBmKEoM/s1600/DSC03763.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fw8XiEFxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6-mHkBmKEoM/s320/DSC03763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469605192364463890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fw73OsSyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ziFEJ7g3kLM/s1600/DSC03745.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fw73OsSyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ziFEJ7g3kLM/s320/DSC03745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469605183693277986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fw7QmfOGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8Uc8Pmkno3w/s1600/DSC03747.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fw7QmfOGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8Uc8Pmkno3w/s320/DSC03747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469605173324101730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fw69rIOkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/QIA9D75gZEQ/s1600/DSC03741.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fw69rIOkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/QIA9D75gZEQ/s320/DSC03741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469605168243292738" /></a>Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-25062074830742618472010-05-10T12:30:00.004+02:002010-05-10T13:30:05.666+02:00UTAH!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fngcm7vPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_f9M22ZAABU/s1600/DSC03784.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fngcm7vPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_f9M22ZAABU/s320/DSC03784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469594817086078194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fnf5uspnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6d-ue8iMW-I/s1600/DSC03778.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fnf5uspnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6d-ue8iMW-I/s320/DSC03778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469594807723402866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fnfECUpiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cEv5sMGydX4/s1600/DSC03728.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fnfECUpiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cEv5sMGydX4/s320/DSC03728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469594793310201378" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fnesngtuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QVnQL80K7cs/s1600/DSC03723.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fnesngtuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QVnQL80K7cs/s320/DSC03723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469594787023730402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fneJ4Y_JI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vUg2R32pdiM/s1600/DSC03708.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fneJ4Y_JI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vUg2R32pdiM/s320/DSC03708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469594777699286162" /></a><br />After Spokane we went and stayed with Bridge for two weeks and had a BLAST!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE my little Gretal. It was so great to see those two interact, and by interact I mean to see Anton beat on poor Gretal. She is such a good little girl who can sit and play for hours! We did and saw a lot while we were there I don't think we ever had time to even miss Ivan the Harris' kept us busy! We went to the bean museum where they have all sorts of taxidermy animals from the zoo and forest... it was a don't touch museum but Gretal and Anton couldn't help themselves!! We ate at A LOT of good and yummy places! We went to the Zoo the Aquarium it was soo much fun! I see why people like to live in big cities you have everything at your fingertips!! I did A LOT of shopping and I think spent waaayyyy more than I should have but what are you going to do?!? I really enjoyed getting to see my sister in her element of being a mom and a wife she makes it look easy, she's a great cook and baker... she made us some strawberry rhubarb pie that was DELICIOUS Anton had a first here too... he went swimming for the very first time and LOVED it! We almost died when I took him down the slide and couldn't get my footing but we made it... he went under the water and came back up we looked at him thinking he was going to cry... but nothing just looked at us like what it was like going home for me!! Unfortunately Anton didn't realize that going to visit The Harris' would mean having to dress up like a girl sometimes but that's what happens when your mom doesn't bring enough jammies and you pee through all of yours... he ended up wearing Gretal's pink jammies to bed one night and we all thought he looked too stinking cute in PINK!!! I can't wait to go back, hopefully with Ivan next time!Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-79847879480273912492010-05-10T10:07:00.002+02:002010-05-10T10:19:17.467+02:00More Spokane Pics!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fBeOkKfjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iPWqjiqAfr0/s1600/DSC03671.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fBeOkKfjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iPWqjiqAfr0/s320/DSC03671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469552997514772018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fBdsLuKZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nfpb-DoznY0/s1600/DSC03643.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fBdsLuKZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nfpb-DoznY0/s320/DSC03643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469552988285446546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fBdGXbLjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/G5_H1yxCtsM/s1600/DSC03615.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fBdGXbLjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/G5_H1yxCtsM/s320/DSC03615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469552978133986866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fBcSHyAZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/f4je9Hc5uHg/s1600/DSC03572.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fBcSHyAZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/f4je9Hc5uHg/s320/DSC03572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469552964109730194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fBb0HssrI/AAAAAAAAANs/n050FeSA1z8/s1600/DSC03555.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-fBb0HssrI/AAAAAAAAANs/n050FeSA1z8/s320/DSC03555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469552956056318642" /></a>Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-45918422411291291742010-05-10T09:29:00.003+02:002010-05-10T10:07:02.151+02:00SPOKANE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e97sLJNuI/AAAAAAAAANk/5ViZ1zkVzbI/s1600/DSC03689.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e97sLJNuI/AAAAAAAAANk/5ViZ1zkVzbI/s320/DSC03689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469549105632589538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e97Gw9ilI/AAAAAAAAANc/IUOsn7Th-14/s1600/DSC03668.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e97Gw9ilI/AAAAAAAAANc/IUOsn7Th-14/s320/DSC03668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469549095590660690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e96i9p5eI/AAAAAAAAANU/_z6tMRSKfEA/s1600/DSC03594.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e96i9p5eI/AAAAAAAAANU/_z6tMRSKfEA/s320/DSC03594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469549085980222946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e950Ey-QI/AAAAAAAAANM/SMeo8f-jANo/s1600/DSC03564.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e950Ey-QI/AAAAAAAAANM/SMeo8f-jANo/s320/DSC03564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469549073393711362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e95Zzw9AI/AAAAAAAAANE/WrBTb0L_0-c/s1600/DSC03586.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e95Zzw9AI/AAAAAAAAANE/WrBTb0L_0-c/s320/DSC03586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469549066342953986" /></a><br />I was so glad to head home and see my parents and little brother! Anton had grown up sooo much since being there last. We had such a blast visiting with our old neighbors and seeing Grandma and Grandpa Vance! My parents have a foreign exchange student from Ecuador named Santy... he was a lot of fun and Anton just loved him... in fact him and Grandpa Tony were the only boys that Anton warmed up to instantly... Uncle T.J. scared him a little bit at the beginning but he's like a giant to this little guy!! We had lots of fun we went to Riverfront park and rode on the Carousel and Anton rode with Grandma Jackie on the one and only goat!! We went down the big red wagon, fed the ducks and the metal goat!! We also got to go to the park by my mom's house and we flew a kite which was A LOT of work for me and my mom!! I saw a friend from high school there and got to catch up! We went to Coeur d Alene and played in the water a little bit and went to the Cd'A hotel and had ooey gooey's!! YUM!! Anton ate pretty much all of Grandpa Tony's Huckleberry Sorbet!! Anton had a few firsts while we were there... he started clapping his hands and started to wave a little bit... I know he's going to miss his G&G sooo much... I can't wait to see them in June for T.J. and Bailey's wedding. It was such a fun trip and I'm so glad to have had the opportunity to go there!!Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-90519609415442832532010-05-10T09:06:00.004+02:002010-05-10T09:27:33.191+02:00SO MUCH FUN!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e1TSu10eI/AAAAAAAAAM8/LwnA2_j6RDM/s1600/DSC03542.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e1TSu10eI/AAAAAAAAAM8/LwnA2_j6RDM/s320/DSC03542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469539615515202018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e1S964cNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ucA3E_9YKbo/s1600/DSC03539.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e1S964cNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ucA3E_9YKbo/s320/DSC03539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469539609928560850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e1SceOMhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/No3bZfpVq6Q/s1600/DSC03543.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e1SceOMhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/No3bZfpVq6Q/s320/DSC03543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469539600949981714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e1RRwne6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/yi6ZVjyxw-U/s1600/DSC03541.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e1RRwne6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/yi6ZVjyxw-U/s320/DSC03541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469539580894477218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e1Qx6Ui_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/1XBat8Cb5PQ/s1600/DSC03549.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S-e1Qx6Ui_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/1XBat8Cb5PQ/s320/DSC03549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469539572345244658" /></a><br />We've been doing so much lately, Anton and I took a month long trip to the states and had a blast visiting our family!! We went hiking in Moab, UT at the Arches National Park! There was A LOT of complaining had by me... but hey give me a break, I flew 15 hours with a 7 month old all by myself who slept maybe 5 hours and then woke up and drove 3 hours to Moab... I was Kaput!! I'm sure Anton was too!! He has been crawling since about 5 1/2 months and HATES to be tied down so being on a plane with no where to really crawl, and a car seat, and a hikers pack... I'm surprised this little guy didn't cry more than he did!! Our first hike was a long semi flat hike we saw a few arches and Anton did pretty good, until of course he got hungry!! It was really windy and kinda cold... which I wasn't expecting at all I thought I was headed to the warm desert... ha ha... Our second hike the next day was straight up a rock... it wasn't as long and we saw the Arch that is on all the Utah license plates... It was CRAZY windy once we got up there and I didn't feel very safe with Anton up in the hiking pack and me on the steep rock so we headed to a flat spot down the rock a little bit... once we got there I smelled a ROTTEN smell... yep, Anton had a HUGE poopy diaper and I HAD to change him on a flat rock... so there is a rock in Moab that has an Anton butt print... thank goodness he didn't get any on his clothes!! We saw lots of fun stuff... but I must say my favorite part of the Moab trip was when Anton was in the grass and stood up by himself for a few seconds!! Also getting to see all my Welcker cousins and their babies was soo fun!! I can't wait until all our little ones are older so they can actually play together!! Oh and hike on their own!! <div><div><br /></div></div>Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-39170386190975177222010-02-15T11:03:00.003+01:002010-02-15T11:20:48.219+01:00My Loves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S3kf4ljjGqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8ltXJks7jWk/s1600-h/DSC03185.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S3kf4ljjGqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8ltXJks7jWk/s320/DSC03185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438413082040933026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S3kczItA7NI/AAAAAAAAAMM/fgu8-557BZc/s1600-h/DSC03050.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/S3kczItA7NI/AAAAAAAAAMM/fgu8-557BZc/s320/DSC03050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438409689861778642" /></a><br />As it is the day after Valentines day I thought a post about love is best fitting for getting back in the saddle of blogging! <div><br /></div><div>My two loves: Daddy and Baby. </div><div>I never thought we'd make it this far... Anton is almost 6 months I remember back to the first few months thinking I'll never make it he'll never grow out of crying all the time and needing to be held 24/7... but he did. He's doing soo good. Today I had him in his crib and he entertained himself for almost 30 min... and then I brought him to our bed and the laundry basket entertained him long enough for me to fold and put away clothes!! I guess this means no more excuses on how I have the baby and so I can't get something done :) But with a Dad like Ivan it wouldn't matter anyway. Ivan is such a great dad and great husband. Anton LOVES his daddy and can't wait to see him. He gives Ivan his HUGE smiles and holds his hands up for Ivan to pick him up! They are two peas in a pod! I remember when Anton would scream if anyone else but mommy would hold him even daddy and how it hurt Ivan to think his baby might not know him... but again we've all grown and now daddy is our prized possession at the end of the long day with mommy! </div><div>Anton has started crawling a little bit well at least he's learning to he's been belly crawling and actually using his hands instead of his face to move forward!! Sigh... I can't wait for him to grow and learn new things as long as he stays my cute little snuggle bug forever! </div>Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-88461237981792677642009-12-15T12:22:00.007+01:002009-12-15T13:15:28.054+01:00Hello Good Friend!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Syd9bb1_bcI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZGUPGczDXKw/s1600-h/DSC02794.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Syd9bb1_bcI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZGUPGczDXKw/s320/DSC02794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415434987220463042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Syd9a4MzssI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lNu52sGTs3s/s1600-h/DSC02789.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Syd2Ous9zFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CuZbF6WoI60/s320/DSC02663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415427072363187282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Syd2OMmxoMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1-idV7hAwuQ/s1600-h/DSC02658.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Syd2OMmxoMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1-idV7hAwuQ/s320/DSC02658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415427063210418370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Syd2N-b1IZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3q4mKwOHj3Y/s1600-h/DSC02647.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Syd2N-b1IZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3q4mKwOHj3Y/s320/DSC02647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415427059406414226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Syd2NRTocwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HTbkR6aIrbM/s1600-h/DSC02637.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Syd2NRTocwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HTbkR6aIrbM/s320/DSC02637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415427047292433154" /></a><br />So it's been a while since I've sat down to write something on here... we've had a lot going on and seems like more and more everyday. In November we went and visited my parents and sister in Spokane... We rode over Space A which was a huge C- 17? Ivan will probably correct me on this later... Any who... It was very loud and cold but we were able to lay down and walk around! Anton and Daddy even got to meet the pilots!! Once we got to Spokane we had a blast we got to see our little niece Gretal and she was such a little cu-tie. I think she is a mini Bridge I just loved getting to hold her and snuggle with her! Anton had a great trip he adjusted to the time change going over perfectly... but coming back took about 2 1/2 weeks to get back on schedule! He was always surronded by family and good friends who wanted to hold and cuddle him! He did great except at night when he only wanted Mommy... which drove Grandma crazy! He got sooo many cute outfits and an amazing quilt from the neighbor and good friend Beth! But mostly he got to meet his family! Bridge and John just ate him up... Uncle T.J. was a little unsure what to do as most children run and attack him the moment they see him!! Soon hopefully! And he got to see his grandparents again!! Grandma hardly ever put him down we have pictures to prove it!! It was just an all around great trip!! On our way home we flew into Maryland and we rented a car to drive down to Delaware to get on another plane that would take us home... so we very quickly stopped and took pics of Washington Monument! When we drove by them on the Highway we were like WOW we are in our Nations Capital and I got some major goosebumps... then Anton started crying and were like back to reality! We can't wait to see our family again... hopefully next time we go we can go and see Ivan's family too!!Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-66763254161919909242009-10-14T11:06:00.002+02:002009-10-14T11:18:45.167+02:00HARDThis mom thing is harder than any other job I have ever had. At least when I started a new job I got either hands on training or I got a manual. No one gave me a book or prepared me for litterally exausting nights, no "ME" time...even the cats want to sit on me or want me to hold them. The only thing I am ever lonely for now is adult conversation. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't trade being Anton's mom for the whole world he's the cutest little boy and so much fun when he's not screaming bloody murder! Sometimes I don't feel like I'm doing anything right or I feel like I can't do anything right I'm not sure which one. Forget a schedule I don't remember which breast he ate on last let alone how long he's been asleep or what time I changed his diaper last...was that one poopy or was it the one before that?? I feel bad for Ivan I know he's not getting much sleep either and every time he trys to complain a little bit I come back with...Oh your not getting enough sleep?? I have decided to not do that anymore...sleep means different things for different ppl...I'm ok with waking up during the night...but the hardest parts for me is when I'm tired at night and want to go to bed and Mr Anton wants to be wide awake and cry...or in the morning I need a slow wake up process crying is not slow...it's very loud and abrupt....This whole thing of sleep when he sleeps that in theroy sounds great but I have in-laws coming and my house is literally a disaster area what excuse do I give them...oh I had a baby 2 months ago. Ivan says just let him cry and get done what you need to get done...this sounds great and I have done it twice...this is really hard for me crying at night when it's sleepy time is all well and fine but when I'm awake and can be there to play with him and interact with him I feel guilty for putting anything above his needs...what can you do?? I'm sure I'll get the hang of this mommy thing eventually but until then I thought I'd just vent into my blog...gotta go he's crying....I know why am I on the computer when I could be cleaning the bathroom???Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728906804573281699.post-16688671511385624592009-10-03T20:50:00.003+02:002009-10-03T21:08:39.401+02:00All Smiles!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/SsefdNAhjuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/V_P6n2CBo0M/s1600-h/DSC02479.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/SsefdNAhjuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/V_P6n2CBo0M/s320/DSC02479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388450803228970722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Ssefc2zfK0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qDZiOuSAZcQ/s1600-h/DSC02474.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Ssefc2zfK0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qDZiOuSAZcQ/s320/DSC02474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388450797268708162" border="0" /></a>Our Big BOY!!<br />So Anton is now 6 weeks old and he's giving us a run for our money!! He defenitly knows how to make his mommy and daddy's heart melt though...he has started smiling...and not just smiling for any old thing...he smiles when we talk to him and look at him it is so wonderful...Also he's been taking naps with mommy and daddy...were pretty sure the mommy and daddy enjoy them more than him...but don't tell Anton!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/SsefcZ36CBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eiiNGtd7Kps/s1600-h/DSC02484.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/SsefcZ36CBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eiiNGtd7Kps/s320/DSC02484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388450789502617618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Ssefb8VZo6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/h8r5zygod5g/s1600-h/DSC02483.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/Ssefb8VZo6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/h8r5zygod5g/s320/DSC02483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388450781573260194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/SsefbWKcOLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/s59U3lSOQt4/s1600-h/DSC02480.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vpuuwAq_iWU/SsefbWKcOLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/s59U3lSOQt4/s320/DSC02480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388450771326744754" border="0" /></a>Megan, Ivan and Antonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701928540046116331noreply@blogger.com2