she passed.

Her 3 year appointment was a success...she sang her abc's, drew a line and circle, stood on one leg, and counted to 20. Geeze, such pressure. And it was confirmed...she is a giant, weighing in at 36.5 lbs (92nd%) and standing 39.5 inches tall (93rd%). And the doc made sure to point out we could start giving her non fat milk, and get rid of the 2% milk because she definitely doesn't need the extra calories...talk about planting the seeds for an eating disorder, oh well, guess it keeps him in business.

two months.

six months.

nine months.

twelve months.

eighteen months.

twenty-four months.

thirty-six months.

And yes, I will be doing this until she is 180 months.

hang in there.

Don't worry Hads, this is how all new Mama's feel. Soon enough she'll be sleeping through the night, and then maybe you'll like her.

wow.

this girl ran a race. this girl ran 6:30 minute miles. this girl won the race...out of ALL the racers. this girl is dynamite. this girl is selling her autograph on ebay...not really, but she should be. this girl should also be in the 2012 summer olympics. wow sar, way to go my friend. you are nothing short of amazing. and i am very, very proud to be your friend. and i am never running with you again...you big show off.

anything but mediocre...in our books.

Lis sent me this picture...and I kind of can't get over it. That's my kid, our Hadley Jane, catapulting herself off the couch, like a fearless, crazy maniac. I am still in shock! One month ago this kid wouldn't even jump off a curb without a harness and a safety net below. Now look at her! In our minds, she's a phenom...but according to her 'test scores' at jumping school she's just plain average. Ever parent's dream...a mediocre kid...way to shoot for the stars Hads. We think you rock even if you're 'just so-so' on paper.

a little giddy.

It's 8:34am, and this little one is still asleep (the one on the left, and for Lis' sake, I hope the one on the right is too). You know what that means, I didn't wake up until 7:30am...I went to bed at 9:15pm...that's ten hours and 15 minutes of uninterrupted sleep. I feel like a teenager again. I feel like I could climb Mt. Kilimanjaro.

*a disclaimer: my mom was very confused and thought these girls spent the night together last night, and thought she missed out. Lis took this picture awhile ago when Hads was over...this was not last night. But don't you love the pic?

a lotta birthday.

On her actual birthday (in my house you get the whole weekend for a birthday celebration...and if you're me, you get the entire week), we went to starbucks in the morning and Hadley got to pick out anything she wanted. Nana would be proud, she went right for the chocolate-chocolate cupcake, then to Zaide & Baba's for breakfast and more gifts, then to this little one year olds party where Hadley was the luckiest girl alive and got to open all of Abby's gifts, and then home to lose her mind, crying and convulsing before bed saying 'I want it to be my birthday tomorrow too, I no want my birthday party to be over.' Sorry kiddo, all good things must come to an end.

it's my party and i'll be sick if i want to.

Poor Hadley. On the big party day, she woke up from her nap spewing lunch and toasty warm, so for the safety of the other children and the sanity of their parents (because noone likes when their babies are sick...it usually equals no sleep for all involved) we cancelled her little party. I know, how sad right? But we had a few brave souls who decided 'to hell with our health, we'll risk it'. And it still ended up being quite the celebration. And Hads was none the wiser. She told my folks, when they walked through the door, "Niamh, and Finn, and other Fynnie, and Hayden, and Baby Allie, and Mads all can't come to my party because they all sick." I replied, "No Hads, you're the one that is sick." And she replied, "But I is at my party and they are not. So I is not sick" Can't argue with that logic.

The B made this...she was quite proud. And it was quite delicious and ridic in the cute department. Now she's on the hook for every birthday from here on out. Sucker!

The riff-raff

Queen for the day....Hadley, not Ryan.

Logs and Lauren hiding in the closet eating M&M's.

No rules on birthdays. Jump kids jump!

Sar and Ry, never need a reason to celebrate.

Party poopers.

three.

Hadley Jane, how is this even possible? How are you three? I so vividly remember you being an infant, me crying (and you were too I'm sure...because you did that a lot) and me asking you to 'please just turn three months old'. I promised you by then I would have this whole parenting thing all figured out. Sorry babe, it was the first time I've lied to you...but most definitely not the last (just wait until you find out about Santa...GASP!). I swear though, with each age I just find myself liking you more and more. Of course I love you, that goes without saying. But, more importantly, I really, really like who you are. Trust me, there are a lot of days I don't really want to raise you my dear, but never a day where I wouldn't love to meet up with you for a drink after work....because you just make me happy. I like your spirit, your humor, your infectious laugh, your orneriness, your determination, your fears, the things you get excited about, and best of all, the way you make people feel (okay, maybe not the kids you hit, but everyone else). I love how you start your stories with 'One time...', and end your stories with 'remember that?'. I love whenever you see a word you ask, 'who start with all those letters?'...you are obsessed with the alphabet, and know everybody's letter. I love how much you love your babies, I love how much you are annoyed by Rudy, I love how you squeal with delight when your daddy comes home and try to tell him every single thing that he missed in the last 10 hours. And I love even more that he sits and listens. I love how you sweep your hair out of your eyes. I love how much you love to read, how you remember EVERYTHING that has ever happened to you (you're like your Grandma Shirley that way...except you're not making things up), and how you take my breath away every time you ask, out of the blue, about our baby in the sky...your intuition blows my mind. I love that you've been in physical therapy for two years of your life aka 'jumping school' and how cool you think it is. I love that you'll put yourself down for a nap. I love even more on the days you let me cuddle next to you because you can just tell I need it. Your favorite words are pee, poop, and penis...and you giggle in delight at the mere thought of them. I love that you're such a good medicine taker and shot getter, I love that you know all the characters names on Handy Manny, and I love how amazing you are at putting together puzzles. I love your inability to cope, your absolute ability to lose your mind (I've witnessed this often) and your constant need for our love and attention. I love your spunk, I love your wit, and I love your ski jump nose and your rose-bud lips. Hadley, I pretty much love all your bits and pieces, even the ones I loathe, I actually love. Because they make you...you. And I really like you.

some days...

...are just Mary Poppins days.

the reader.

I walked into this mammoth pile of books on her floor the other morning while Hadley was held captive in her room (she gets up mighty early these days, but has to stay in her room until it at least gets slightly light out). I groaned, and said "Hads, why do you always have to make such a huge mess." She smiled and replied, "Baby Davis wanted me to read her ALL those books. So I did." Couldn't really be mad at that (but I could still be annoyed).

spring...let's play.

Love, love, love the Cherry Blossom's that are blooming all over our neighborhood. Love.

thirty-one.

Such a stupid age...such a wise age. I am totally in my early 'thirties', I am totally old to anyone 25 and younger (oh they have so much to learn), and totally a m-o-m. I am totally noticing my bits and pieces sag, totally seeing my crows feet expand, and totally witnessing my memory lapse. I am totally at peace with who I am (sorry to those holding out hope, this is as good as it gets), totally okay with where I'm at (the Joneses' got nothing on us), and totally, totally, totally in love with the ones I hold nearest and dearest. From what I heard, this night...was one to remember...too bad I don't.

p.s. Does saying 'totally' a lot make me seem younger, or just proving that I was a child of the 80's?

you are now free to move about the country.

Hello, my name is Megan. I just turned 31. And I just got a passport...for the first time. Yep, I'm really well traveled. The saddest part about it, I'm absolutely fine with it. The best part about it, it means we will be on the beaches of Mexico in one short month. So take that all you cultured snobs. Ciao, Adios, Arrivederci, Holla.

our funny valentine.

Valentines day started out with a fabulous scavenger hunt & a bag full o' gifts. Is there really anything better than getting presents first thing in the morning? Ummm, no.

Then we met up with Sarah and James at...The Dahlia Lounge. Sarah picked it. I asked her, 'Have you ever eaten a meal with a two year old?', she replied, 'It's not that nice of a place.' I looked online, it IS that nice...especially when you're used to Red Robin, McDonalds, or any Mexcian Restaurant. And her rebuttle, 'Oh who cares, that just means we'll need to drink more Mimosas.' There's a reason this girl is one of my favorites.

If you couldn't tell, Hadley loves Sarah, loves her purse, and loves ALL of her make-up. Ain't she a beauty? All this was done in the restaurant, mind you. Even the 'flashing' part. Thinking there's a reason they put us in the WAY back corner.

And home again home again to make some Valentine cookies for our very special dinner guests...our folks. Aren't we sweet? The answer is yes. Aren't we about a month behind in posting this...the answer is another affirmative, yes.

a little face-time.

Yep, we still love our neglected boy.