My First of Many

Hi, My name is Megan. I own a mini van.

Never in my life would I have thought "I" would own a mini van. But it is true. Now a mother of two sons under the age of two, my identity has transitioned from sports car, to mom car, and now the notorious "mini van!" The funny thing is I'm really excited about it. For a girl who once wore shoes that wore blisters and sores by the end of the day, all in the name of fashion, I think I've come a long way. It's all about comfort and convenience now. I don't have time to worry about being "fashionable." I barely have time to use the bathroom by myself!

So a little background. The sweet and condensed version-ish. I met and married the love of my life, Isaac, after we dated for just under a year after meeting at Ecola Bible School in Cannon Beach, OR. They call it Ecola "Bridal" School. Which is really quite funny because A LOT of our classmates did meet and marry their spouses from there.  I am originally from Idaho and I bet my husband would say I sweet talked him into moving to Idaho and used my negotiating skills by saying if we were married, he would automatically become an in-state resident and cut the cost of college tuition at Lewis Clark State College significantly. =)

Fast forward a few years as I worked various office jobs and finally ended up with a real estate office (that I still work for from home doing advertising part time) while Isaac worked on getting his bachelors degree. We lived comfy cozy in our one bedroom apartment for 5 1/2 years when we decided it was time to buy a house.
Then after being a house, what comes next, baby carriage, or at least baby talk. I'd been ready, or at least thought I was ready, for a baby from the time we got married. It has been my dream ever since I was a little girl.  I would say I wanted to be a house wife and mom like my mom was. My little friend in grade school even drew a picture of me and said something about "Megan, future mom."  As sentimental as I am, that artwork is probably stowed away in some box buried in dust at my parents house.

So back to my story, we decide it's time to have a baby, get pregnant in just a few months, nine months (or 40 weeks which to me seemed like 2 years) Levi Owen is born. After 26 long, grueling hours of labor I might add.  I even told my husband right after he was born something about being ok with just one child!  Then three months later we found out we were expecting AGAIN! What?!! Yep, one year and one day later Wyatt Oliver was born. 

And I will probably shock some of you that don't know Wyatt's story (visit http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/ourlittlewyatt and go back to the beginning of my journal) by saying that that was the worst day of my life, but I will save that story for another day. I'll just say quickly: not breathing when born, recestated, seizures, lifeflighted to Spokane, didn't get to hold him or touch him, NICU for 3 1/2 weeks, finally home for a week, got sick with RSV, life-flighted again to Spokane, in quarantine, can't touch or hold, have to wear mask and suit up, there for 1 1/2 weeks - Levi in ER at same time, then finally back home, get flu, lock everyone up for the next month or so.

So now half a year later, Levi is almost 18 months and Wyatt is almost 6 months old. Having two boys under two is a challenge. One friend gave me good advice and said to raise them (in a lot of ways) as if they are twins. I try to keep them on a similar feeding, napping, diapering, bathtime and bedtime routine. Makes my life a little less chaotic!  I LOVE MY BOYS!!! They are AMAZING!!!  They make me laugh and smile every day (and scream and want to pull my hair out).  I am so thankful God entrusted me these two precious little angels to love and care for. They mean the world to me.


I will wrap this first initial post up with my funny story for today. I took the boys on their first trip together to Walmart (I've taken them each separately). First time out w/ my new wheels too. =) Long story short, I load up the boys in the cart and forget to shut one of the van doors. The manager happened to see me and tried to be a good Samaritan by shutting my door which caused the panic to go off. By this time I am inside happily on my merry way. He chased in after me and told me what happened. I run outside, streaking down the lot, hitting the panic button over and over, turning it on and off... What a sight I must have been...LOL! Got it turned off finally. I thanked the guy and told him about how my family calls those "Megan Moments" and I said I think it's a combination of lack of sleep and "Mom Brain."

Wyatt fussed, Levi made new friends in the checkout line, and I had to have two carts and help out because I bought some totes to get organized, because heaven help me I need that, cuz I didn't have enough room with two kids in one cart and everything else I bought. But we survived and the mini van was amazing. Have the back seat folded down and fit a little tikes slide I bought off of craigslist, plus all my totes, and kids with a little bit of room to spare. But I don't think I will be visiting Walmart again for a while. Bonus, on the way out, I saw a guy wearing a blue mesh shirt. It was sweat streaked and you could see right through to his very furry-ness. Pretty sure he was wearing cut off shorts too. LOL! I wish I'd had a camera because he would have been perfect on that site dedicated to Walmart's customer's attire. =)  Goodnight.