More pictures from our Ohio State day. Sawyer will wear a hat and not really realize it until I fool with it. Then he realizes that it would be more fun to eat it than wear it. Thanks again Grandpa D.
Sawyer has been growing like crazy the past few weeks. All of a sudden he has outgrown a lot of his clothes that have looked, in our eyes, like they would not fit for a while. He received so many wonderful things when he was born, and even though we have tried things on him periodically, he has really surprised us by his growth.
I have tried to take pictures of all of these wonderful gifts, so the givers could see Sawyer in them. This post packs in three of those items. His hat, which was a gift from his Grandpa Bob, came with the outfit seen in the previous ode to Ohio State. The onesie was a gift from Janet, a close family friend of Grandma Penny. The jeans were a gift from Great Aunt Jenny, and the Ohio State towels and light up buggies were gifts from Grandma Penny and Grandpa Steve.
Not Levi’s, but still cute.
Sawyer is sending out a special shout out to Janet…it is not exactly a shout, more of a, well I’ll let you come up with a word for it… Janet, whenever you need a really good laugh, these two videos will do the trick!
Sawyer had an amazing time visiting family and friends in Ohio. While we were at my parent’s home, Scott introduced Sawyer to the warm, soft green grass of Ohio. One would think that grass would be grass anywhere you go, but it is the earth beneath that is different. In Ohio, the earth is especially warm and seems to be much more inviting. I love these pictures of Scott and Sawyer, and I think they are perfect for this Father’s Day post.
Sawyer wasn’t too sure of his surroundings
Sawyer also spent many long sleepy hours comfortable relaxing with his Grandpa Doernberg. It doesn’t get much better than this.
This is Scott now: Of the many pictures taken on our trip home, this next one of my Dad holding Sawyer for the first time in a few months is my favorite. I love how Sawyer’s shirt almost perfectly matches his grandpa’s tie, but most of all I love the expression on each one’s face:
I’m sure if he could, he would happily wish his grandpas a very Happy Father’s Day. And right now we could use their help, Sawyer’s new tooth is making him all kinds of cranky. He’s not sleeping or resting well at all. Help!
Sawyer was able to meet his Great Grandmas on my side of the family while we were home. Unfortunately Sawyer’s Great Grandma on Scott’s side, GG, became ill the day before we were to visit. She is doing much better, however, and we will definitely have them meet when we are home in June!
Several years ago, I found a picture which featured four generations, where my mom was the youngest in the picture. She was no more than 6 months old. In the spirit of this picture, I made sure to recreate it with Sawyer. I marvel at the fact that both of my grandmas were born in 1919 and then married in 1941.
First we visited my Grandma Cross at the beginning of our Ohio visit. This is my mom’s mom, and she lives in Germantown. She is not the fondest of photos being taken of her, so we only were able to get one.
At the end of our week and a half stay in Ohio, we visited my Grandma Doernberg.
Grandma Doernberg was absolutely in love with Sawyer. She was so happy and loved to hold him.
If he could, he would be walking already.
Sawyer finally got to meet his Grandma Diana and Grandpa Bob. I’m not sure who had more fun. It might have been me watching my parents play with him!
Great Aunt Sally and Great Uncle Jack are very loyal viewers of the Sawyer blog, and we are all so excited that they will get to meet Sawyer in person in about a week and a half! Sawyer is sending out a very “Happy Anniversary” to them today! They will have to write exactly how many years in the comments.
I’m guessing that it about 36 or 37 based on convoluted logic from my younger cousin Justin, Sally and Jack’s eldest son. Justin is 3 years younger than I am (33), and when we were kids he used to say that, “My parents were married before your parents, so if my parents would of had me a year after they were married like yours did, I would be older than you!”
I have added below a few surprises for us all to enjoy.
Sally and my Dad when they were little.
Sally in 1968 - so beautiful!
A picture from my Grandparents Doernberg’s 45th wedding anniversary in 1986. My Grandparents, Addie and Doc (Robert), are seated on the couch. Standing left to right - my cousin Justin, Jack, Sally, my Dad, me, and my cousin Seth.
Years from now Sawyer will laugh at my ‘80’s hair, as perhaps some of you are doing now, so two can play at that game. (I can blame the ‘80’s, but it was just a bad haircut and product “to help bring out the natural beauty of curly hair” hadn’t been invented yet.
Some of you may know the story of Sawyer’s birth, but some of you may not. As this blog is as much Sawyer as for family and friends, I will attempt to relate the story as coherently as my very tired memory will allow (believe me this is much easier said than done).
Sawyer’s original due date was 12/14, but as a result of his first ultrasound, it was moved up to 12/5 due to his size. As many of you already know, big babies run on my side of the family on my Mom’s side. I don’t know how this would effect the due dates, but I felt that his due date should have remained where it was.
As a result of the 12/5 due date, my parents decided to fly out to San Francisco to be here for the birth. They arrived on 12/4. My Dad arrived with a cold, which got worst the next day. He remained in his hotel room getting better by eating Quizno’s and taking Nyquil.
My Mom and I went to Bloomingdale’s in the new mall hoping that the walking would provide some “expulsion propulsion” - contractions to you and me. The idea to go walking/shopping was the original idea of my Grandma Addie Doernberg’s back in 1974 as a way to help to encourage my birth. Knowing my love of shopping, it totally makes sense that I spent the entire day before I was born in the mall.
Back to Sawyer, nothing resulted from the day at the mall except my first real backache of my pregnancy. We proceeded to replay the day over the next day in Noe Valley and other small shopping districts in SF, but to no avail. My Dad, although feeling better, was unfortunately called back to Ohio after being here to just under 2 days. (Although I love my teenage brothers very much, sometimes they are a big pain.) It was very hard to see him go home.
While Scott spend the last few days leading up to the birth trying to finish up important work related projects. My Mom and I spent the next few days watching tv and knitting. It was really nice to spend time alone with her, as this had not happened in a very long time (again, I love my brothers, but they have always really loved attention).
So, with no birth in sight, except for the impending inducement day of 12/12, my Mom went home a day early on 12/10. It was very hard to see her go home too.
