Monthly Archives: September 2008

Retrospect SLASH Prospect


When I was 32 weeks pregnant with Megan, I had to spend the night in the hospital because I was having contractions every 1-4 minutes. Turns out I was dehydrated, but while there, they took a limited ultrasound to make sure everything was okay with the baby. At one point, the technician said “Wow, looks like your baby has some hair.” I was surprised that they could tell that from the ultrasound, but I was not surprised 9 weeks later when Megan was born with a head FULL of light brown hair.

I can’t even tell you how many comments I got to the effect of: “she looks JUST like you”. I loved to hear that! I was always so flattered because she was SO beautiful. I relished every mention of how she was my carbon copy. The picture on the left here is Megan. Below on the right is me.

Lately I have spent a lot of time wondering what our baby boy will look like. I wouldn’t mind a sneak peak of him now…but don’t wish for the circumstances that would make that possible. I feel like I will be much more surprised this time around. Really that ultrasound at 32 weeks spoiled me. I guess I will just have to be patient (which does not come easily for me). I think that if I was having another girl, it would be easy to imagine her looking just like Megan. But since this is a little boy, my imagination is drawing somewhat of a blank. Ah well, we’ll see soon enough!!!!

Below is a picture of Megan the day she was born. I just love this picture of her. I remember the exact moment it was taken. Adam had left the hospital to go home and shower or something, and I was there alone with my Megan. Everything was calm and quiet, and I was supposed to be sleeping (since she was sleeping and we were both exhausted) but I just couldn’t get enough of her. Clearly you can see why.

The day my parents took newborn me home from the hospital, my dad said to my mom: “they don’t get any prettier than this.” I’m sorry dad, but I beg to differ. That comment won’t be true twice over after Baby Jack joins us. I already know that he is going to be SO beautiful!

What Adam Misses When He Is At School


Adam always calls me around “nap” time to ask about our morning. I haven’t heard from him yet today, so I am going to e-mail him this little visual of how we spent our morning.

After breakfast we played with Play-doh (a WONDERFUL alternative to sugar cookies: Megan LOVES it, and I don’t end up eating two dozen cookies!!!)

After Play-doh we went for a walk…

After our walk we played with the letters on the refrigerator…

Then Megan sang a few songs for me (here we have: “Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do”) and played some lovely music on the piano.

Throw in snack time, jumping on the bed, and about two minutes worth of “Elmo’s World” (Megan only likes to watch the song at the beginning and then at the end), and that was our morning.

There you have it, daddy. We miss you and can’t wait until you get home!!!

Apparently, Megan Can Bounce


Our doctor told us to keep an eye on Megan this weekend and to call him if she wasn’t behaving like her “usual self”. I think it is safe to say that Megan has suffered no negative repercussions from her fall. Wish I could say the same for her mother. She is just as happy and sweet as ever. If not more so!! 🙂

This might embarrass Adam a little, but he coordinates his tie each Sunday (of his own doing) to match Megan. He waits until he sees what she is wearing before he picks his tie. I then try to match them both, but I only have so many choices right now since my wardrobe is limited to tents and moo moos. Probably no one really notices, but I think it’s just about the cutest thing.

Last, and certainly not least, I have less then 9 weeks before little turkey joins our family. Which means you all have less than 9 weeks until Thanksgiving Day. Good news ALL AROUND!!!

Hey and thanks to all for your nice comments about Megan’s ER trip. They were much needed!!!

Not the Best Day


Megan fell out of the shopping cart today at Target. I am not sure if I will ever get the image of her tumbling down to the ground out of my mind. She hit the back of her head – hard – on the tile and went unconscious.

Long story short: 911. Ambulance. Emergency Room. Cat-scan.

Everything turned out fine. Her cat-scan came back normal. We were really quite lucky in that she doesn’t have any bruises or swelling or bleeding or ANYTHING. She just got a bad bonk and I imagine one heck of a headache. Probably you’re not supossed to take the hospital gown. Oops.

Well, I guess it’s safe to say that the guilt I feel is pretty overwhelming (not to mention the embarrassment. Nothing draws a crowd like a mother yelling at her daughter to wake up). Oh and Adam is in paranoid mode 24/7. I got ahold of him right after his first class of the day. He came to the hospital right away without any plans of returning for the rest of his day. He wont leave his little girl’s side for anything. We were all spent by the day’s drama. Megan most of all. She crawled onto the bed with daddy, and they were out within minutes.

I guess it’s time for that Elmo purse.

Betty Crocker Style


Earlier this week I purchased alphabet shaped cookie cutters, so this afternoon Megan and I made sugar cookies together. While I was hoping that Megan would be content to just make a few words, I was very aware of the possibility that she would want to do every single letter. Things started off as planned. I asked her what word she would like to do, and she was all over that. We did “cow”, “ball”, “mat”, “Megan” and “up”. We had enough cookie dough for about three more letters, and sure enough, Megan said: “How ’bout ‘Z’?” I knew what was coming. We did “Z” then came the request for “Y”. After “Y”, we had enough dough to make a very skimpy “X” but that was it. We were both having such a good time that I didn’t want to tell Megan that we were out of dough….so I quickly whipped up a batch of deliciousness (flour, salt, and water) and we continued to work our way backwards (of course) through the rest of the alphabet.

When they were all done and cooled off, Megan wanted to play with the cookies. I wasn’t too hot on that idea, but I let her sit at the table with the word “cow”. Much to my surprise, she started to eat the “W”. She ate through the middle of it, and it broke in half. Needless to say she wasn’t too happy about that. She wanted me to make it a “W” again…luckily she was easily distracted as she bit into the letter “C”.

We had a really great time making the cookies together. At one point, Megan was holding the letter “M” and I said, “Is that an ‘M’ or a ‘W’?” Every few minutes after that comment, Megan would hold up either the “M” or the “W” and say, “Is it a ‘M’ or a ‘W’, mommy?” and then start laughing. I wish there was some way to make it a more regular activity…let me know if anyone has a delicious no sugar, no fat, no calorie cookie recipe (wait…I think that’s called water.)

The Name Game


When we were expecting our first baby, we had a list of about 5 possible girl names and only 1 possible boy name. When we found out we were having a girl, we changed our minds often as to what would be the name of our little one. We finally settled on a name, and the name stuck until right about the 8th month or so. Then we changed our minds again. As the weeks passed, we were pretty sure that her name would be Megan, but we didn’t make any definite decisions. Moments after Megan was born, a nurse asked “what’s her name?” Adam and I just looked at each other, and the nurses just laughed (along with the other 15 people who were in the room for my first birthing experience). For about 15 minutes after she was born, she was just “Baby Girl Johanson”.

When we found out we were expecting baby number two, again we had a list of several girl names (the same names as before) and only one boy name. When we found out we were having a little boy, there was no doubt in our minds what we would name him:

Jack: Adam and I both liked this name independent of each other. Jack was one of the baby names that I had written in my journal since I was like 13 years old. And Adam can remember liking the name Jack as the name for a future child as early as his freshmen year in high school. We have never really had a “baby boy name discussion”. We both just wanted Jack.

Alexander: When I was 10 years old, I started babysitting a 10 day old named Blake. It began as a weekend job, but quickly became much more frequent. Blake was at our house all the time: he spent the night, he went to church with us, he even went on family trips with us (he is in the wedding pictures for one of my cousins). I became very attached to Blake, and it is because of him that I have a special place in my heart for little boys. Blake is now 14 years old, and he and his little brother and sister spend a lot of time with my sister Sarah. Blake’s middle name is Alexander, and I find it a fitting middle name for my own baby boy.

So there you have it. Our little guy will be Jack Alexander Johanson. We can’t wait for him to get here…although we have to. Only 72 days left!

Touched By An Angel?


At one of Megan’s very early doctor’s appointments (I’d say like 2 weeks or something) the doctor checked her over and then said: “Don’t worry about those marks on her forehead. Some people call them angel kisses. They should be gone by the time she starts kindergarten.” I said, “oh, okay”, but thought to myself: what marks on her forehead? (I just read this to Adam and he said, “I always knew they were there and I remember you not noticing…”)

Anyway, so of course from then on I noticed them (they are VERY obvious) but I still forget about them all the time.

Recently, my sister asked me about the marks because she noticed them in a photo of Megan. She asked if she had bruises on her forehead. I guess I hadn’t realized just how obvious they were to everyone else. I think that I have always just thought they were a part of Megan. They appear most often when she is flustered (excited or upset).

Anyway, up until my sister asked me if they were bruises, I hadn’t really paid them very much attention. But lately I have noticed now how incredibly obvious they are. I even googled “angel kisses” for the first time yesterday to learn about what they really are. They are actually called Salmon Patches, and they are dilated capillaries in the skin

In the article I found, it says that they usually disapear within the first year (contrary to what my doctor said about them going away by five.) I wonder who is right??? If they were supossed to go away and they haven’t yet; does that mean they are permenant??? I guess only time will tell.

Ironically, last week I was at Target and I was in line behind a mom with a new baby. The baby girl had the exact same marks as Megan. I was talking to the mother and I mentioned that my Megan had the same marks. She said that the ones on her five week old daughter were “from a rough labor and delivery”. I just said: “oh, okay” and thought: keep telling yourself that.

I think they give little Meg some character, so I don’t mind them at all. I guess I do hope they fade in time, just because she probably wont think they are as endearing as I do. I have yet to see a picture of Megan where you can’t see the marks if you look close enough. They are just between her eyes, and in a somewhat “v-shape”.

I have no problem believing that Megan got more then her fair share of angel kisses before she came to this earth, it’s only fitting that they left their marks.