[in Photos]: My Low-Key Weekend

Hub works every Saturday, so I have the entire day with my boys.  We usually get out of the house, because contrary to what some might think, it's actually a harder day to manage at home.  I would much rather be out and about, letting Liam run himself crazy at a park somewhere, getting our shopping done, giving Collin a chance to nap (because he won't at home... I mean, why would he?)

But not this weekend.  This weekend, it rained.   This forced me to STAY HOME!  And not spend money.  And instead, spend time on the couch with my babies, watching Disney movies, eating popcorn, drinking soda and dozing when I felt like it.  Saturday with my boys was so low-key and so very perfect.

Here are some of the things that made my weekend special:

Kony 2012 poster on campus.  It's starting.

Baby kissy faces

Another amazing car that I want.  Right now.

These little ditties that I made the same night I pinned them .

My zexy hub

My family!!  This is Ray and Bri, who are affectionately known at Uncle Ray and Auntie B.  Like I said, family.

If these three pictures don't make you smile, I don't know what will....

His eyes.... are INCREDIBLE!

So proud of himself!

Sqeeeeeaky clean!

Sunday Dinner- Open-Faced Steak Sandwiches via Rachael Ray

Because who doesn't have their own personalized ice cream bowl that they've had for the last 15 years of their life?

I have a leeeeeeetle obsession....

Whatever you did this weekend, I hope it was perfection!!

Kindly~

Meghan

From Friends to Forever

Yeah, so... the friends phase lasted for about 3 months before I couldn't take it anymore.  

I was about to go on a vacation with my family for week to the BVI's.  

Timeout-- can we just talk about the BVI's for just a second?  Most.gorgeous.place.on.EARTH.  I would sell all of my belongings and move to an island in a heartbeat if it weren't for wanting to be near family.  I would sell hand-made jewelery and Bren would be the local banker  ;)  The boys would catch fish, and we would all live in a hut and walk around barefoot all the time.  I might dread my hair.  Bren might dread his beard.  

Virgin Island Bliss

Okay.... whoa.  I am getting a leeeeetle carried away. 

Back to the story:

Bren offered to take me to the airport... at 4:30 a.m... to catch an early flight to paradise.  I think it was at that moment that I totally fell in love with him.  I remember thinking "This guy is SUCH a good person," and wondering what it would be like to have someone so kind and decent by my side.
Let's just say I had some serious douche-bags in my dating history.

The whole entire week I was in the BVI's, all I could think about was Bren.  I would be scuba diving and thinking about how I wished he were there with me.  I would be laying in my cabin at night wishing I could talk to him.  This was another HUGE sign that I was falling for this man.  Here I was in paradise, the most beautiful place on Earth, and I wanted to be elsewhere.

More Virgin Island Bliss

When I came home, he and I picked up where we left off... the friend game.

Until one night, like I said, when I got a bit of liquid courage in me and decided I would put myself out there, risk the friendship, take a chance:
I sent him a text saying::
"When I come home, I'm coming downstairs to be with you.  Leave your door unlocked."
I may have been a little more forward than that, but I'll tone it down for the purposes of this post.

As he recalls, he immediately jumped up from playing Halo 2, got into the shower, and nervously waited for me to come home for about 3 hours.
I love when he tells it from his end.  It makes me giggle!

Anyway, without going into terrible detail, he and I became a total item that night.
From then on, we were crazy in love.
And the BEST part was (is) that we were (are) still BFF's. 

Me and my BFF back when I looked like I was 90 pounds, aka- the good ol' days.

I think that is such an important aspect to having a successful romantic relationship... to be FRIENDS with the person you're in love with.  I am so thankful we have always had that.


Next Chapter: The Oh Shit, I'm Pregnant Show

coming soon  ;)


Kindly~

Meghan

In the beginning

It really is hard to think back to a time before Brendon and I were in each others lives.  I suppose that can be looked at from a number of different angles, but I'll stick with it being incredibly sweet and romantic  ;)

We have a story unlike any I have heard, which I of course LOVE.
It's bizarre, it's not normal, it's backwards.
We went about things in a way that the majority of people might not have.   
Maybe I just think that. 
Whatever the case... I love how "we" came to be.

I was living in a house with two of my guys friends, working full-time as a manager at Starbucks now do you see how COOL I am?, going to school full-time, and I was spending any free time I had with family and friends.  Life was good.  Better than it had ever been for me.  I was really happy for the first time in a loooong time.

Enter: My roomies, Joe and Eddie.  The three of us were looking for a basement tenant for our townhouse.  They had a bunch of friends they probably could have dumped in there, but I wanted to see if we could find someone that none of us knew. 

Enter: Kathi- One of my best friends at the time.  She knew of someone perfect for the house; her brother-in-law, "Bren," who was looking for a place.  She put me in touch with him, and the roomies and I set up a time when we could all be home to meet with him and see if it would be a good match.

Enter: Bren- The night he came over to meet with us, I greeted him at the door, and (warning: cheesy) I literally could not find words for a second.  I had to take a step back and compose myself.  There was this electricity that came with him, and it was all in his eyes.  

Once I was able to stop drooling all over myself, I shook his hand and we all sat down together to discuss living arrangements.

Everything ended up working out, and Bren moved in within 2 weeks.  

All was well in the Kingstown house.  Everything was just dandy.  Me and the boys.  I was rolling right along in school.  Having a blast in my social life.  Just rolllling right along.  

As was the usual scene, we were all hanging out one night and I was hungry (again, usual).  I asked if anyone wanted to come with me to IHOP for late-night breakfast comida.

Bren was all in.  He loves food more than any DOG I know.  It's insane.  And somewhere in between mouthfuls of pancakes and forkfuls of hash browns drenched in ketchup, a forbidden infatuation was sparked.   Damn it, I actually liked him, but I couldn't/shouldn't/wouldn't!!  And I could tell... he liked me too!  ;)

After that, he and I were attached at the hip.  BFF's.  Totally in sync.  Out to dinner/drinks 2-3 times a week, going to movies together, watching movies at home, cooking together.  You name it.

All the while, that electricity I felt when I very first met him was still there, buzzing between us.

But we went merrily merrily merrily along, pretending ours was just a normal friendship.

Until one night......

To be continued  ;)


Kindly~

Meghan

Friday's Letters

Dear Husband- I don't tell you enough how proud I am of you and of us for making this whole "family" thing work.  It's hard, it's crazy, it's exhausting, and it's chaotic.  But you and I have somehow managed to only grow closer to each other through all of this insanity!  I am so glad you're my bestest.  If I could make one small request: Please hang up your towel on the towel rack after you're done showering.  I have done it for you for the last 2 years... because I love you, of course!

Dear Collin- You can start sleeping all the way through the night ANY time now, my love.  You're 5 months old, and will be driving soon.  It's time to get regular with the sleep schedule.  It's for the best, Pupp!  I promise!

Dear Liam- You melt me.  You amaze me.  And as Dr. Evil would say: You.complete.me.

Dear Melissa-  You're on my mind daily, and I continue to send out love in your name.  Space and time have no bearing on my desire to be a part of your life.  I still hope that one day, somehow, you will come around.  If not... I'll always love you.

Dear Person who Scraped Up Against my Car While I Was Not in it and Chose Not to Leave a Note-  One word:  Karma.

Dear Emily Neill- Happy Birthday, dear.  I hope you're well.

Dear FRIENDS-  It's FRIDAY!!  How happy does that make you!?  What are you doing this weekend?  Do tell!

Dear Ashley-  Thanks for starting this awesome outlet!  Friday's Letters are a great way to vent, especially for people who do the majority of their venting through their blogs.

And lastly---- a nasty-gram.  I have posted my thoughts on this issue all over the place today.  I am absolutely sickened by this man's words and the intent behind them. 

Dear Rush Limbaugh- Do you REALLY think that the only reason women take birth control is so we can “have all the sex [we] want” without the consequence of pregnancy? It almost seems as though you (men) might know what it’s like to experience debilitating menstrual cramps, or an irregular menstrual cycle, or mood swings that alienate you from family and friends, or PERIODS, or the capability to carry and birth a child (with or without serious medical implications!). Has any man experienced any of these in a biological sense, and do you know how it feels and what it means to be a woman? I think not.  We all get it dude--- you love to be the asshole.  Congratulations!  Bottom line, Rush:  You're disgusting. 

Kindly and with LOVE to ALL~

Meghan

It's the little things

...right?

Some days, it really is the little things that keep my head above water.  

Some days, I would just rather not think about the heavy stuff.

Some days, I simply can't.

And some days, I am just so heartbroken for those around the world who are suffering, I can't help but be thankful for all the little pieces of magic that surround my ordinary life.

These are just some of the things that supply me with satisfaction:

Each song is a personal savior of mine

A little ditty from the album...

Blue nail polish and Starbucks (duh)

I have colored nail polish (still) and I am NOT afraid to use it.

Bright flowers sent by even brighter people

Look at that bad boy right in the center, hogging the entire show.  :)

A silly but sentimental keepsake

Bren gave me this when we were first dating.  It was kind of a joke (he found it on a table outside of his work), but I played along and pretended like it was the best gift I had ever received.  It turns out, it was.  I have saved it for years now.  He laughs at me that I've kept it.  But I love it.  I just do.

I'm still six

My relationship with Spaghetti-0's is borderline insane...

Mid-day pictures of my adorable niece, Peyton

...For obvious reasons...

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... sometimes things happen ...

This is not an easy thing to do, but Brendon and I want to avoid awkward conversations down the line.  And we are just not sure that there is an easier way to do and/or say this.  We have reached out to family members and close friends, but we feel it necessary to disclose this to the people that keep up with our lives via Facebook and/or this blog.

Brendon and I found out earlier this week that we lost the baby.  Although this is a terribly emotional time for our family, we continue to feel fully blessed and we are determined to remain optimistic.  This is just part of our journey, and in no way do we feel that this will prevent us from continuing to move forward.  

This will undoubtedly take time to come to grips with.  We want everyone to know that we are staying strong and positive, and we are allowing this to strengthen the bond between us, and our family and friends.  Please keep us in your thoughts in the coming weeks.

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