Monday, December 31, 2012

sick sick sick

Is it just me or does it seem like this is an especially bad year for illness?? I feel like almost everyone I know has been sick in the past few weeks and the Facebook-o-sphere is constantly abuzz with sicky complaints. Jack caught a cold last week and had to spend a day simultaneously sweating and shivering in bed, eating the oh-so-generous tomato soup that I dumped out of a can.

Then after Christmas we shut ourselves into his mom's house with most of his siblings and their kids and pretty much just caught and passed so many sick germs that the whole Austin clan was basically quarantined.

I got a nasty stomach flu.  And by nasty I mean stomach flu on steroids.  Amanda had it first and claimed it to be the sickest she had ever been.  I thought she was overreacting until late Friday night when I was writhing on my own bed muttering incoherencies and hoping it was malaria or some such deadly disease so I could be swept away by the sweet wings of death.  You don't know, you weren't there.

Olivia caught the bug but only threw up once in the night and acted fine. . . until she caught a cold.  Olivia had never been sick until this week, not in her short 19 months of life.  And for the sake of Jack and I, I hope she never gets sick again.  Sick for Olivia means nonstop crying and tantrums, not eating for four days, and mauling me every second possible in an attempt to communicate that something is wrong (my hair and clothes are currently covered in snot, spit, tears, and the ice cream cone we tried to give her).  Apparently Liv does not handle being sick very well.  Jack and I have decided that it is our moral obligation to warn any of her prospective husbands with this information.

I'm just glad we all got the flu shot when we did (especially Olivia the she-bear, and me with little one on board).  The flu scares me.

Regardless, we have had a lot of fun with family and wouldn't take back the time spent.  Tonight is New Year's Eve with family, and I bet we'll look back with fondness on the camaraderie we felt all being sick together :) (except that stomach bug. No fondness there.)

<<<====baby bump! Oh herro

Bowling with Littles

These photos make my heart smile :) They are mostly out of focus because why would I want to bring a camera when I can take fuzzy phone pics?  Olivia got way excited watching her little ball roll down the ally and hit the pins.  She kept trying to follow it and then would get distracted counting the dotted lines on the way down ("two...two....two...two....") and I'd steer her back up behind the line.  I love my little girl and I love her cousins, who are so great and fun and patient with her.

Friday, December 28, 2012


It has been snowing like crazy here! I love it because it still feels like Christmas is in the air :)  Last year we didn't have a white Christmas, so this year when I woke up on Christmas Eve to find a winter wonderland, it was so magical!  Olivia likes to eat it.  A lot.  That's pretty much all she does in it.

We've loved spending time with siblings and cousins this week, but the downside is all of the inevitable illness going around.  Olivia got sick for the first time, and threw up the other night :(  Really not much fazes her though, she woke up in the night and cried for literally 30 seconds then went back to sleep.  I decided not to go investigate and so I didn't know she had thrown up until the next morning!  Other than that, she's been a bit whiny, but loooves to go down for naps and bed.  Which is cute.

Also, we saw Les Mis yesterday :D  Let me just say that I wasn't disappointed.  Jack and I have been looking forward to seeing it for months and really loved it.  We went with my mom, Jack's sister Pam and her husband, and his sister Amanda.  Between the 6 of us, we produced an impressive amount of tears.  It was incredibly acted and kept to the story very well.  If you didn't like it, don't bother telling me; your uncultured sentiments will fall on deaf ears :)

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Christmas 2012

*Christmas Eve dinner at Carol's (chicken cordon bleu, au gratin potatoes, cheesy beans, green salad, jello salad, rolls, brownies and peppermint ice cream)
*Live nativity with all of the grand kids (Olivia was a shepherd)
*Saying nice things about people and then about what Christ means to us
*Reading The Night Before Christmas to Olivia and snuggling her down in her crib
*Putting together her toys and finishing wrapping

*Packing the car for Christmas morning
*Being in bed by 11:30!
*Waking up at 7:30, eating a quiet breakfast by myself, then waking Olivia up to go to Grandma's
*Driving down the empty, snowy streets.  Wishing Merry Christmas to the cows and horses
*Opening gifts with Carol, Pam, Brian, Zac, Jacee, and Amanda

*Delicious breakfast casserole and orange juice
*Going home and watching Liv open her gifts.  She would move from one to the next and couldn't figure out what to play with!

*Taking a long, hot shower
*Putting Olivia down for a nap, setting up Jack's stocking, and opening gifts, just the two of us, by the tree
*Crying when I opened a certificate from Jack for guitar lessons!

*Setting up lunch for my family
*Having my whole family under one roof for the first time in three years

*Chicken salad croissants, pasta salad, jello salad, chips, and strawberry lime punch
*Gifts and conversation for four hours
*Helping everyone load their cars and then settling in to watch Pitch Perfect
*Soaking in the tub, being exhausted to the bone, but so happy
*Laying in bed talking about the day and being so grateful for my wonderful, helpful, thoughtful husband

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Santa Visit

Olivia did pretty well with Santa this year.  No tears, just impatience to be off his lap and running around again.  So we didn't get a smile, but at least she wasn't scared or sad!

Monday, December 17, 2012

Newtown, CT

I can't stop thinking about it.  I can't stop crying about it.  I don't need to stop thinking about it, because I'm sure those families will be thinking about it every day for the rest of their lives.  Why does this have to happen?  Can't we feel safe anywhere anymore?  Can't we send our children to school and trust that they won't be killed in cold blood?  How can we live in a world where we even have to ask that question?

I wish I knew how to make it stop, but people have their agency and the downfall of that is that sometimes they are able to use it to take away the agency of others.

Last night I read a list of the victims of the shooting.  I read how many of them were born in 2006 and for some reason, that is was got to me the most.  2006 was such a short time ago.  These precious children were so small, had lived so little of their lives.  I cried to Jack about it and then went in to Olivia's room and put my hand on her warm chest.  I felt her heart beat, and listened to the air go in and out of her lungs as she slept, and was grateful.  I felt for all of those mommies and daddies who would give anything to be doing what I was doing: watching their child sleep, safe in their bed....and then Olivia opened her eyes and I had to hit the ground and army crawl around a pile of Legos to get out of the room. Level: Stealth.

The point is, I'm grateful for every moment that could be taken away.  I just wish that such reminders didn't exist.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

p2- 14 weeks

I have been horrible about taking "bump" pictures, so tonight I was all hurry, take a quick pic of my profile before I forget! And then I realized I didn't have a speck of makeup on so I just quickly looked down and am now realizing that instead of appearing like I'm looking lovingly at my baby, I look like the creepy girl from The Ring.

Also...did anyone else completely lose their butt with their first baby?  Look at my pj pants.  There is no padding whatsoever, my backside is completely gone-zo :( the only consolation being that with my second pregnancy it can't possibly be any more gone than it already is.

Anywho... I just hit the second trimester this week!! Wahoo!

I must say, as hard as this pregnancy has been, it has been worlds better than Olivia's.  I haven't had hyperemesis gravidarum this time.  I have been able to eat a lot more, get out of bed a lot more, and have thrown up a lot less.

That being said, man being pregnant is hard.  Feeling like you will never feel better, like you will never be able to do the things you used to do.  Sometimes I feel trapped in my own body.  In a never-ending cycle of nausea, headaches, exhaustion, and tears.

I'm just getting to a downhill slope though where I don't feel sick all the time.  It is an incredible feeling.  Two nights ago I actually made dinner!  This morning I did laundry!  With Olivia I didn't hit this point until 16 weeks, so......score :) Thank you second baby.  And God.  And mother nature and my own body.

I think it's a boy.  I thought that before we got pregnant.  I can say that out loud you know, because this is my blog and it's where I record my feelings.  If we do find out it's a girl at next month's sonogram, then everyone who knows I guessed the gender wrong can go ahead an judge me :)  and I will be just as happy with a girl...but I think it's a boy.

Jack and I have had a boy name in our back pocket since we were dating.  It is Jack's first choice.  I have another first choice that doesn't sound as good with our last name.  And we both love another, third name.  I'm sure we'll end up going with Jack's #1, but we shall see.

I like to be different.  I always wanted to pick unique names for my children.  When we named Olivia, I knew that it had become more popular, but she just felt like an Olivia to us.  So we went ahead and used it.  I saw yesterday that her name is actually abhorrently popular and is #2 on the top baby names of 2012.  I know, sick.  Our next girl name is a lot more unique.  I've never met anyone with this name. And I'm going to use it if we have a girl no matter what Jack says :)  Our 3 boy names are not unheard of, but nowhere near as common as Olivia.

As far as appearance, I'm about as big this time as I was at 22 weeks last time.  Remember my 20 week pic with Olivia?  Also, last time I got just more thick around the middle and this time it's more out front.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012


I feel like I just did my last birthday post a few weeks ago.  It's depressing.  I'm on this side of 30 now and time is just going too darn fast.  When Jack was 26, we weren't even married.  While I'm 26 we will be married two kids!! I never thought that would be me.  I thought I'd graduate college, travel, fall in love, get married, travel some more, work, and then have a kid by the time I was 30.  Life decided to move a bit faster, and turn out to be crazier (and better) than I had originally planned.  The college happened, but not the graduation.  The love turned out to be the bread and butter of my whole existence.  Much travel has been had and is still to come, and our little girl turned out to be the sunshine that lights up our whole world.

When you are 26 with one-and-a-half kids and you husband asks what you want for your birthday, you don't ask for new clothes, or concert tickets, or a trip.  You ask for...wait for it....

a day off.

I knew that wouldn't come as a shock.  I thinks all moms want their birthday off.  It was delicious.  I slept in, ate a stack of pancakes, opened gifts from Jack, took a long bath, and read a book.
We had lunch out, just the three of us, then went to my 12-week appointment and got pictures of our fuzzy new baby :)  He/she is three inches long already and I'm at that wonderful stage where I just feel like I have a gut.

My friend, Brooke, brought peanut butter cookies over to me and I sat and ate them while watching Gossip Girl.  After Olivia went to bed we ate pizza and cake and watched a movie together.  Perfect, perfect day.
This isn't a sad face, it's my 'thinking of a wish' face.  It's hard to think of wishes when I have everything I need. much corn. ;)
Also, Olivia learned to climb on the counter last week.  I left the room for a minute and came back to find her helping herself to my birthday cake!  She had carefully taken all of the candles off before digging in (there were only 6 candles, I wasn't gone that long) and as soon as I caught her, she hurriedly tried to stick all of the candles back in to make it look like she hadn't done anything.  Unlucky for her, the evidence was all over her face and hands.  In the pic she is still trying to place the candles back on :) I couldn't stop laughing!

Monday, December 10, 2012

stuck between a stool and a hard place.

Olivia loves to climb.  We had to zip tie all of our stools together and push them up under the counter so she couldn't use them to get up onto then counter and be at risk for falling onto the tile floor...or getting in to the candy cupboard.  It doesn't stop her from trying though, usually she'll climb up and realize she can't get around the counter because she is too far under.  At that point she doesn't know how to get down safely either so usually there is nothing else for her to do but stay still and yell for help.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012


Olivia went to nursery for the first time on Sunday!  For those of you not familiar with our church, when  child reaches 18 months old they are old enough to go to their first church class, known as nursery.  It allows the kids to learn things like sitting still, helps them be social, and helps introduce Primary songs and hymns, and basic lessons and scriptural stories.  Also, it gives their parents a chance to attend their own meetings instead of chasing their rambunctious toddler around in the hallways.

I was more worried about how I would handle nursery than how she would.  Olivia is incredibly social and loves new settings and new toys.  I filled out a little paper that the nursery president had dropped off, writing her name, pasting a small photo of her on, and listing her favorite songs, games, toys, which classes Jack and I would be in during nursery, and any special instructions.  I couldn't believe we were already at this point.  The tiny girl who used to depend on me for everything now plays with other children and actually has a favorite song (Popcorn Popping, and Twinkle Little Star) and toy (dollies and balls).

I hadn't been to church at all the past few weeks because Olivia had such a hard time sitting through any of the meetings and chasing her through the halls for three hours while pregnant and nauseous was not a tea party.  This week I had been feeling a bit better and I really wanted her to be able to get out of the house and meet the kids, and then I could actually sit still and listen in Relief Society!! I got both of us ready for church and then walked her to her class.  Her name was posted at the top of the list on the door :)  I took her inside, was happy to see that a good friend of mine was subbing for the day, and let go of her hand.  She spotted the bin of toys that the other kids were digging into and walked right over and started pulling things out.  She could care less at that point whether I even existed.  I gave her paper to one of the the teachers and walked out.  Alone.  Happy and sad.

Jack teaches the 7-8 year-olds and I sat in on his lesson since his co-teacher was absent.  After about thirty minutes, Olivia's teacher peeked in and asked for me.  Olivia was standing in the hall with a dolly in her arms and a dirty diaper :)  I quickly changed her in the bathroom and took her back to nursery.  When we got to her room the kids were all sitting in a circle in small chairs.  Olivia immediately walked over to the toy bin, but the teacher explained to her that it was now time to sit still in her chair and hear a short lesson.  I put her in her chair, and stepped back.  Olivia immediately tried to slide out of her chair.  The teacher asked her to sit down in her chair.  She froze and looked around at the other toddlers in their chairs, confused by this new game.  I held my breath.  She got back in her chair and sat down.  I left.

Right before church ended, Jack and I went to her class to peek through the little peephole in the door.  The kids were working on a coloring project.  Some of them were throwing tantrums or trying to get the toys, but Olivia was sitting in her place at the table and working on her paper.  When I went in to get her, she didn't want to leave.  She cried and tried to hold onto the door frame when I tried to haul her out.  Then showed me her picture of a family in the car and chattered baby-talk the whole way home.  I imagine she was telling me all about nursery and how much she enjoyed it.  It helped assuage my anxiety a little about when thinking about preschool.  What a wonderful milestone.
ps. ceramic braces look so weird in photos.  Like I have lumpy teeth.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Jack's Childhood Home

Jack's mom sold her house and moved out this week.  I thought I'd post a video we made so his family could come take a gander (for some reason it was having trouble emailing).

Jack and his 6 siblings lived in this house their whole lives.  They have so many memories here and we are all so sad to say goodbye.
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