2011 can suck it

So far 2011 has been dissapointment after dissapointement. Im hoping to turn that around from here on out. Im putting it out there.. 2011 you WILL be better from now until...forever. Take that! But really, Im expecting big things from you 2011.. good things.


Anyway, another semestter done. I've only got about 40 more college hours to go.. at this rate I should be done before the next Apocalypse.

So what's new in my world..
My husband got a new job.. Winning!
Livi is now a mobile human being, she walks upright like the best of us.. Winning!
Jack cut off his Justin Bieber locks...Winning!
Haley got voted off American Idol.. NOT Winning! Come on America!

I've been kinda bumming around since school got out.. laying low. Well actually I've been sort of wrapped up in family situations. My beautiful grandmother who was diagnosed two years ago with stage 4 breast cancer fell ill and passed away. I say suddenly, but we should have known it was coming at some point.. chemo wasn't working and the cancer kept spreading.

Cancer.. it sucks. I am so amazed that we cannot crack this enigma. We can send people to the moon, we can figure out how to send bits of information to who knows where(aka the Internet), we can kill Osama..but we cannot crack the cancer code. It really bums me out.

I am trying to join the real estate world.. trying. It is hard. I don't usually ever have to study. Things just kind of come naturally to me. Not this. Please do not ask me what an escheat is or what eminent domain means. Because I wont know. Even though I have been trying to study in the midst of all my drama... It just will not stick in my brain. Nothing will. It is like as soon as school lets out my brain shuts off. It goes on vacation.. hopefully somewhere tropical. I need some sun.

No bueno

Having a sick baby is about as fun as this.

Livi had a double ear and double eye infection this past week. Mr. O and I have been walking around like zombies.

It started off with a temp. of 103.3 and an abundant of whining. Really I might have wanted to sit through that lecture rather than that again. Poor baby :(

Festivities

ok it is time for a new post.. every time I get on here I see that scary picture of me. YIKES!

SO my little one is turning one in a couple of weeks. This is very sad for many reasons.

1. She is growing to quickly.

2. She is our very last.. so last 1st b-day celebrations.

3. Reminds me of how fast time goes and how each day I must cherish it..

4. I am getting older.

We, er I, am in the midst of planning this 1st birthday extravaganza. Her birthday attire is planned out. Her invitations are made. Her menu is planned out. Now we just need to buy everything.

I LOVE planning parties but I hate throwing them. Really I hate cleaning up after everyone.

Our theme for her is PINK.

Everything is going to be pink and girly and yummy. I can't wait!

yawn

I'd say it's been one of those mornings. What do you think:

Oh yeah. I'm putting this out there. Way embarrassing..but way worth it to capture how I really feel.

Livi, who is now 10.5 months old, continues to wake up in the middle of the night. Screaming. Bloody murder. NOT FUN.

Most of the time we cannot do anything to soothe her and most of the time we just plop her down in bed with us, which again does not soothe her. Therefore we have a screaming bloody murder 10.5 month old who is now screaming in our ears.

This has been going on for 10.5 months. So let us calculate this.. 10.5 + 9= WAY TOO MANY months of NO SLEEP. I'm tired y'all(my Texan comes out when I'm sleepy)

Sometimes she has what we call moments of insanity because that is what we are both feeling when she does this, she just screams. For what seems like hours. That is so not normal.. or maybe it is, who knows?

All I know is that I wish I drank caffeine on mornings like this. A big ol' cup of Joe sounds amazing right about now.

Sunday Funday

Yeah, I know it's already Tuesday, but I wanted to share our family outing. Which we have decided to make a family tradition for Sundays. We decided to take a trip down town to Market Square. It is a little market that is rich in Mexican culture. There are yummy restaurants chalk full of enchiladas, rice, beans and margaritas..yum! There are panderias aka bakeries which sell the yummiest Mexican pasteries and cookies. Probably chalk full of lard, but delicious none the less. Best part is you can buy beer and walk around and shop at all the different tiendas aka shops, which have goodies from Mexico. All in all it makes for a satisfying trip, especially if you are not familiar with these things.

After grabbing some a quick bite to eat out on the patio of a local restaurant we walked around and took in the people. Jack wanted to ride a mechanical bull and Roland wanted to listen to the music.. I just wanted to shop, so we did it all.

Me and the mister looking pleasantly PLUMP. This picture has inspired me to start up my P90X, FOR REAL this time! I also got Mr. O excited about doing it by making it a competition. hehe

Jack riding the bull :)

The kiddies trying to look cute. Olivia just wants to be left alone with her quesadilla.

No One Ever Told Me

I thought motherhood was hard before, back when I was single. I was so wrong. I look back at those times and while it was hard being alone it wasn't all that much harder. Now, being a wife and a mother of two. That is hard. I gained 2 more people to take care of...

No one ever told me that this would be hard. Enjoyable and worth every blood, sweat and tear but hard.

Add being a full time student into that mix and you have yourself a full blown crazy woman. I have no more me time and if I do I feel guilty about it.

I have wanted to post a witty fun blog for the past couple months. Nothing has come out of it. I don't even think I have any followers anymore.. my fault. So anyways...

I now have a sarcastic fun loving 4 year old and a 10 month old that we swear is training for a food eating contest. Livi, Livi, Livi.. that girl can eat. She is going to take over Man vs. Food one day, no joke. She can eat an entire grilled cheese sandwich, fries, fruit, baby puffs(only mothers of babies know these heaven sent treats) and a bottle. She is like a dog, whenever I try sneaking a cookie she can smell it and immediately crawls fast over to my feet. It's odd. The weirdest part is she has no teeth. None. She gums everything.. she makes it work.

Jack is becoming such a little man. But he is still such a big baby. The boy cries for EVERYTHING. He started crying the other day because when he blew his nose it was too loud. I am starting to save now for him, not because of college but because of therapy sessions in his future. If you ask him what he wants to be when he grows up, his most recent reply is an acrobat. ???

Never a dull moment in the O House.

Maegan's Favorite Things

1. Volupsa Candles

I love the scents. I love the packaging. I love it ALL. gimme

gimme gimme!

2.Anthropologie

Love, love, love this store! I could probably spend

hours looking at everything. I love their clothes,

accessories but mostly I love their home decor.

Any time I need home inspiration you can find me

looking at their website.

3. TOM's Shoes

How could you not love these cute shoes? They come in so many different colors and patterns. They add the perfect finishing touch to your jeans and tee's AND they are comfortable. But most important is they are shoes with a cause... with ever purchase they donate a pair to someone in need of shoes. How awesome is that?!? So go buy some and make a difference! You'll thank me later.

4. This website. She is awesome and makes me want to have little parties all the time. I happened upon her website when looking for cute things to do for Jack's birthday party...can't believe my boys is 4!

5. KitchenAid Mixer

How did I survive without this? Really? I am a baking fool now that I have this awesome kitchen staple. Everyone should own one. This green is awesome color too! Mine is white.. but still does the trick!

These are definitely just a handful of things I love. I got this idea from the lovely, Mrs. B over at her blog.. check it out, here *.(click that star :) )

My New Venture

Im in cupcake mode. I have been on. the. go. since I started school. I decided to start a new business while going to school extra full time, ya know keep life interesting.

This means I have had zero time to gather my thoughts and write on my lovely blog. Im actually in the middle of baking two new flavors as I type. Im a multi-tasker!

Back to the grind, gotta ice some cakes. Work is so tough.

Bouncing Baby Boy

Jack, Jack, Jack. I love him..he is my first born and will always hold a special place in my heart. He is however being exceptionally three lately. I don't understand the term "terrible twos". It should be "HORRENDOUS AWFUL TEMPER TANTRUM THREES". He has been home with me everyday this summer. This has proven two things to me.. A) Im not made up for this staying at home mom stuff and B) Jack was born with cotton in his ears, this would explain why I have to repeat myself over and over and over again for him to understand what I am saying.

He has however been a huge help with the baby...as much as a 3 year old can help. He is awesome at throwing away diapers. He loves his baby sister with a deep passion. More so than any sibling i have ever seen. He wants to constantly hold her and kiss her, its kinda cute. Something I will be reminding him when she is 13 and wants to tag along where ever he goes.

Just the other night I was re-tucking him into bed, he always looks so peaceful when he sleeps. So peaceful that just by the looks of him you would never suggest that he just got finish running a moc, creating a cloud of chaos where he ran. He slept with me for the first 2 years of his life so I decided to slip into bed with him for a little bit and snuggle. I whispered into his little ear, "Goodnight baby". He responded, " Goodnight mommy". Then I whispered, " I love you" and he replied so quiet and sleepily, "Mommy".."Yes, son".. " My butt itches"

Awe. So sweet. He is definitely a boy.

Summertime and the Living's Easy

What feeds my soul

Livi Laughs from Maegan Olguin on Vimeo.

Love Story PART II

How many people in your life time tell you that your love story would make for a good movie or novel? We get this a lot. I find it somewhat humorous. I mean yes, I believe my little love history has some unique qualities but I don’t think I see Julia Roberts playing me anytime in the future. More like Scarlet Johansen…just sayin..

So I left off with love at first sight. Well it was somewhat that…Did I think I was going to marry this clueless bartender? No. I just thought I’d flirt a little and get my friend and me some FREE illegal drinks. Hah! Well it worked. Men are so easy. Helpless…and easy.

I ended up chatting it up with him in between his other customers. I remember feeling a twinge of jealousy if he sparked a conversation with another female in there. But you never show that up front ladies. Always reel in the boys before showing your true colors..then they are less likely to think you are completely crazy. Kidding..kinda.

He came to my friend and mine’s rescue at one point when an overly obnoxious guy from Boston tried to pick us up. I wanted to scream at him, “Hey Boston Rob! Back off, I’m 20!” But that wouldn’t have worked, our cover would have been blown. The fact that he took the time to shoo off creepazoid sparked my interest even more. A man that comes to my rescue? It completely felt Damsel in Distress-esque.

My friend and I ended up going to that little hole in the wall bar for the rest of the week. One night this cute bartender and I got to really talk because the place was dead. I believe he actually ended up closing the place and it was just us. Talking. Him telling me about his past..his family..You know, getting to know each other. Looking into each other’s eyes. I believe we sneaked in our first kiss at this point. There may or may not have been some alcohol involved with this scenario. A lot of it.

I will let your imagination take it from here. Let’s just say it was the first and last time I snuck out of someone’s apartment at 7 am, leaving them a note. WHAT?! I was YOUNG…SPONTANEOUS…STUPID..Don't do this..it’s really bad.

Needless to say that was one of the last times I saw that cute bartender. I was too embarrassed with how I handled myself to want to see him again. I was a good girl. Not a slut. This was not a typical situation for me to be in. Scared, I ended up famously taking the morning after pill(just in case) and wrote this guy out of my life for good. I even deleted his number from my phone….

Love Story PART I

I'm lucky for fate. Thankful for it. It's practically what I owe my life to. It was fate that led me to love. Well, Smirnoff had a bit to add to the beginning but fate took over from there.

Four years ago, my best friend was coaxing me to go out with her. I didn't want to at the time because I was too busy drowning in my own problems. Boy problems to say the least...they are center of all young females problems aren't they? But I obliged to her coaxing when she said the bartender was cute. My thinking at the time? If one doesn't like me, than on to the next. This, I believe, should be all young females way of thinking. Don't waste your time on silly boys...

So off we went. It was this little hole in the wall place on a side of town I didn't really frequent. But the catch was they didn't ask for I.D.s..this was important since I was only 20.

We walked in and sat down like old pros. Then he walked up and asked what we'd like.

Yup..this is my love story. I met my one and only at a smoke filled bar. Not only that but he was the bartender. I love that people have such negative connotations with meeting your true love at such a dirty place. But I owe my life to that hole in the wall.

What struck me first about him were his eyes and his smile. Then he turned around...his butt was a cherry on top. I knew as soon as I laid eyes on him that he would be a love interest of mine someday.

Feliz Cumpleanos

I'll reach a quarter of a century old tomorrow. I'm not sure how I feel about this milestone. Can I still say I'm in my early twenties? or is this considered mid-twenties? Wow. 25..I'm gonna embrace it. BRING IT ON 25. I can take it!

I hope that the next 5 years that leads me to 30's door can be as eventful and amazing.

Since turning 20, a lot of wonderful things have happen to me.

I had the man of my dreams:

I met & married the man of my dreams:

We added the cherry on top with this sweetness:

I've had my sweet moments, my stupid moments, my ignorant moments, my enlightening moments...I would never trade a single of those in for something else.

I love my twenties so far...if the 30's are better than I welcome them. I cant imagine life getting anymore blissful than this.

After Baby Blues

Must eat this:

To look like THIS:

BUT...I eat this:

And look like this:

Mr. O and I start P90X on Monday. For real this time...It's been sitting in the box on our bed for 9 MONTHS. I've had an excuse..I've been pregnant. Him not so much..he was just reaping the benefits of having a pregnant wife, i.e. increase amount of cookies in the household.

I have a personal trainer that I will be seeing twice a week. I am also signing up for a marathon which is in November. Since having Baby O I have ran a total of 3/4 mile AND it kicked my ass.

WISH US LUCK!

Wow. Who Knew?

Who knew that life with two kids would be so much different than life with one? It's been awhile since my last update. Sorry about that...life got in the way.

So updates..

Jack just finished his first year of school. He is now stuck at home with me doing nothing. I am currently trying to come up with free ideas that keep him busy. Keyword being FREE. Kids are kinda expensive and so are their activities. That's enough to keep you non preggos on some birth control!

We also wrapped up his first soccer season. 2010 marks another milestone: I became an official soccer mom this year. I loved watching him play. He isn't an overly aggressive child. He seems to be more of a "Make love, Not war" type a person. He would run amongst the other kids, acting as if he was trying to get the ball but would never truly reach out and take it. He also mostly pranced up and down the field. Any time he would be in possession of the ball he would run off the field and give Ro and I a high five. He is hilarious.

Olivia is already hitting the 2 month mark this Saturday. I cannot believe its been two months. She has the life I want. Eats, sleeps, poops. Ah...Heavenly right? I'm pretty sure I gave birth sloth.

A cute sloth.

I had a baby...

First night into the world

Proud Big Brother with his new Baby Sister

It's been awhile since my last update. I didn't think anyone was reading until my grandma emailed me to update this thing.

On April 12 at 11:18 am my family and I were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. Olivia was welcomed into this world with open arms. I really haven't been able to put her down since. I can't believe its been two weeks already.

I went into labor on April 11. My husband and I decided, after counting contractions for 2 hours, to head up to the hospital even though I was 3 weeks early. I was admitted at 12 am and after two failed epidural, I pushed her out almost twelve hours later. Despite her long labor, I adored her as soon as she was placed on my chest.

She weighed a whopping 6 lbs. 4 oz. and was 18 1/4 in. long.

Everyday has been an adventure with her even though all she does is SLEEP. I'm trying something new with her that I didn't do with Jack and that is....BREAST FEEDING. Don't let anyone tell you that its easier. I have been struggling with it since DAY 1. But its Day 16 and we are still going strong..and she is growing so I'm doing something right! So no more pregnancy blog...now it will be a breast feeding blog. Kidding..

So....Im gonna have a baby

Yeah. You read that right. I'm having a baby and soon. Went to my doctor this morning and I'm already 3 cm. dilated. That's exciting news for pregnant women to hear when they are ending their blissful pregnancy and are in the miserable phase.

If she decides to keep baking for the next couple weeks, she will be manually evicted on April 28. So either way I'm having an April baby..yay!

Now its really time to get Jack prepared. We have been extremely open about everything going on. He helped with her room. He has picked out stuff for her. We even got him a book about being a big brother.

I'm actually amazed at how into it he is. He really loves babies. He will go up to random babies all the time to see and touch them..it's pretty cute. I for one think he will be an awesome big brother.

I cannot wait to be holding both my babies! I can wait to change poop diapers, but guess that comes with having a baby eh? Just when I was done wiping other people's butts....

36th week

I am going crazy. The End.

Really though..Thank God we are not elephants and have to be pregnant for 2 years. I'd never have children.

I'm just so irritable lately. I think I'm getting restless leg syndrome. I cant stop contracting. I contract EVERYDAY..Some bad some not so bad. My feet hurt. My hips hurt. My head hurts. My husbands ears hurt from me bitching so much. We are ALL ready.

Come on Baby O! We are anxiously awaiting your arrival.

Sweet Dreams

Pregnancy dreams have to be the craziest. I often wake up in the middle of a night after an elaborate pregnancy dream and think, "Hot Damn! I should write that down. That would make a crazy movie and me, millions..." Of course writing those dreams down isn't the top priority when I wake up. Its more of pushing myself to a sitting position and waddling to the bathroom as fast as I can in the dark. An impossible feat, I should be rewarded for my agility at 3 am.

Anyways...lately I have been having dreams about our impending arrival. They usually take place after labor. I'm usually holding my little babe wrapped up all snug in her blanket.

But something weird happened last night. That reminded me of another dream I had back in August. So let me rewind to August's dream, this was pre-wedding and pre-baby...

I had a dream that my mother was watching my kids and I had to meet them at the store to pick them up. Jack was about five or six years old. He was lanky but looked the same. Then there was an addition, in case you didn't pick up on the fact that I typed kids, There was a little girl. She was walking already so about 1.5 or two years old. She was wearing long shorts and a strappy shirt. She had her curly blond hair up in a messy ponytail, typical of most two year olds. My mom had one on each hand and was bringing them towards me.

This dream was so vivid. It didn't involve anything crazy, but I distinctly remember that image. I woke up and told my now husband. He laughed saying it would come true someday. I laughed and said, like hell it wont. Guess he knows better than I. I shared the dream with my mom she laughed and said it better not come true anytime soon..

Well, little did we all know that God had other plans. He knew exactly what was going on and I like to think he gave me a little glimpse into my future.

So last night I had a dream...it wasn't too crazy like most of my dreams have been. But it was vivid. It took place at my mom's house and lo and behold had that same little girl. She was reaching for some juice on top of the counter top.

I'm wondering if she is going to look ANYTHING like this little one in my dreams.

I never doubt the power of some dreams. Some are just crazy and no matter how much you try to make sense out of it you won't. Like the one the other day where my breast milk turned to red kool-aid. I'm sure you cant look that up in the dream dictionary.