Sawyer

Sawyer is our only biological child. While I had long assumed that I could get pregnant, I didn't want to BECOME pregnant, because seriously, that's gross. So Sawyers start in life was "Man I have a terrible stomach bug", which turned into "What on earth is wrong with me?! Do I have a parasite or something?!". As it turned out, I did have a parasite, just not the kind I had assumed. Long story short I keep telling the doctor that prescribed me my birth control that Sawyer is technically HIS son, and I want Sawyers first tattoo to be a PSA about how when Pfizer says the pill is only 98% effective, they mean it. ANYWAYS, despite the unexpectedness of Sawyer, he is my baby bear. I love that little fat chunk. Sawyer is a mommas boy. He loves me (read: boobs) and follows me everywhere, unless of course, I ask him to come, he is after all a boy. Sawyer got his name because older brother Eitan is as nefarious as Huckleberry Finn. With that as an older brother there was no hope for this baby. True to the box we put him in, before he was even born, Sawyer is just now starting to show his mischievous side. But at the end of the day he still wants his mommy (read: more boobs).