When you change the way you view birth, the way you birth will change.

Baby Update.. 

I am measuring one week bigger :0 and I go March 7th for an ultrasound to determine if I am able to do a VBAC… (because I apparently have a low lying placenta.. ) which I did know.. but TOTALLY forgot! how I forgot something like that.. I am not sure.. I am very nervous..  my sweet nurse Keely is praying that I get to tear my vagina open ;) she is such an angel!! my factors were always gestational diabetes.. and now I have to compete with something that I have no control over.. which essentially sums up birth and motherhood.. oh the irony.. 

PEREFECTION…

February 27th, 2011

this place was heaven.. it was like I was back in Italy.. except this time I wasn’t showered in a dirty hostel.. sharing a room with 8 other men and woman.. and turning 22..

this is why tiffy drove 8 hours to see me ;)

finished with a nutella calzone.. which flashed me back to our Europe days.. living off these.. sometimes twice a day.. except they were in crepe form..

I asked if the scissors were for fending off the others?!

time to enjoy the last few hours with the twinnie before she heads off on the coquihalla tomorrow :0  and why not finish this quick post with a picture of my terrible two daughter.. 

this poor girl got her mamas hair :(

where did my golden sunshine go..

February 26th, 2011

my sister is here.. and showering.. which is the only reason I am really on the computer really..  when she is here.. we wake up early.. stay up late.. eat way to much take out.. and in this case.. I have already been snacking on the bag of dill pickle chips she brought across the border for me!! (America.. when will you cross over to the dill pickle and ketchup world?)

our daily to do list.. (yes. we make them every time) is not really prepared for this winter wonderland I see outside my window.. if we would have known yesterday as we were strolling in the sunshine that today would be like this.. we would have cancelled work and grabbed a nice soy hazelnut latte.. and parked our fannies on a coffee bench somewhere.. thankfully we are in the town center.. so we are not totally lost on things to do.. I am finally crossing this one thing off my 101 list.. 

# 35-paint something at the pottery place!

our town center has had this place for a while.. and everytime I drive by I tell myself I want to go paint something.. especially since I saw this mug on Mrs.. Hampton’s bog over a year ago.. 

kelle hampton photos.. 

yes please!

I think the most exciting thing on our list is the Naples inspired pizza we will be rocking tomorrow night in capital hill.. snow or sleet.. we shall prevail! we woke up this morning and watched Eat Pray Love.. and it only confirmed that we will definitely be making the trip.. this restaurant has imported their pizza machinery from Italy and they fire out only the best!! 

mmm. margharita pizza.. here we come!! 

time to shower.. and bundle up as best I can with a belly that fits in not one single coat I own.. 

this is def not me! could you even imagine!!

on a much much happier note.. my love child was going nuts in the belly last night.. and as we sat and poked her and watched her try to get comfy.. (clearly not concerned of her mamas needs) she went from her usual side to side transverse style.. to either head down.. or but down.. either way.. it felt so much better on my waist..  and I slept the best I have in a long time.. now lets just hope she stays that was for the next 12 weeks!

it starts..

February 24th, 2011

the 5am wake ups.. and that feeling of knowing that it is to early to be up even before you illuminate your cell phone to check what time it is.. I think I may have been fooled by the snow beaming through the wood blinds.. but it lead to a bathroom break.. and then realizing I was hungry.. I don’t think i met my carb count for the day..  this usually happens when i am excited about something.. I actually crawled into bed at 7:45 last night and should have just fell asleep if I had known I would be up now.. but I thought it was to early.. and made some popcorn.. 

my sister is coming today.. her plans got changed and she was supposed to come next week.. she isn’t even planning to arrive here until after 7pm.. but I am so ready for a weekend with her.. did I mention that she is sans children!

oh yes.. we have many a things in store.. 

oy veh

oh yah.. we aren’t going to have ANY trouble crossing over to being a big sister ;)

olives first try at “gymnastics” aka.. she ran around the room and took part in no class participation!

low..

February 22th, 2011

that has been my mood this last week.. I fear my energy levels will not return for the rest of this pregnancy.. and I have so much that I want to do.. it scares me.. I have also realized that if I have a window-of-energy-opportunity.. I take it now.. before I would do a quick house tidy.. or start getting myself ready.. now I throw on some makeup remover.. hair in a pony.. and I am out the door..  that happened yesterday at babys r us yesterday.. I had my window early in the morning.. and I packed up and left Dust and Olive to eat our “days off breakfast” by themselves.. and it was heaven.. babys r us down here is a giant warehouse filled with crap you don’t need.. yet.. you must purchase.. and being there without a child was a treat in itself.. there is nothing better then taking your time to scour the aisles and make decisions based on the product.. and not your child’s mood of the day!

I have also started using my banked massages..  finally.. there was no way in my first trimester I was using them.. I tried and spent the whole time trying not to get sick through that little hole.. no thank you.. and now.. my package ends in two months.. and I have 8 left to do once a week.. when my body is aching for them.. 

every time my prenatal video ends.. it goes to the relaxation part where you lie  down and she talks you through your body.. she always ends the video with 

now imagine that someone is oiling your feet.. gently massaging and rubbing the souls of your feet with warm oil.. 

its like mental torture.. cause usually I haven’t showered.. its 11am.. and there is definitely no one touching the souls of my feet.. and so when I made my appointment with the new guy.. I was praying that he would just go for it.. I still flash back to my Gene Juarez appointment of ‘08.. best prenatal massage hands down.. this woman was taking my whole belly in her hands.. pulling it back and lubing it up.. releasing all the stress off my back.. it was magical.. I left her a phat tip and vowed to be back!!

so last night.. I waited all day for 4:30 when my time would come.. I was in the waiting room with my warm neck wrap.. and in walks this guy.. correction.. this man.. he resembled nothing of a masseuse.. I thought maybe he was the maintenance guy.. big.. manly.. 55.. just a man! I smiled and he left.. and I laughed because I thought this was my guy.. only for him to come back 5 minutes later with my chart.. 

it was hilarious.. I could tell I had a grin on my face because I was so taken aback.. and was wondering what undies I had chosen for that day :0 I decided to use the neck wrap for my eyes.. I wondered if he would be offended.. because its a pregnancy massage.. you have to lie on your side.. and i always have that awkward..

do I open my eyes?

do I make eye contact?

do I look at him while he is in front of me?  

its all to much.. so I thought I would just take it out of the equation.. and put something random on my face.. it didn’t work so well seeing how it was made of these little beads.. and every time he moved me half a millimeter.. this thing jingled.. and I was starting to get really hot.. I was already pregnant.. on a electric blanket with this warm bag on my face.. it only lasted 15 minutes before I threw it on the floor.. 

of course he was amazing.. I told him to pummel my body.. and when he leaned his mouth close to my ear to ask if I wanted my feet done.. I was almost embarrassed at how fast I yelled YES!

I stumbled home and right into a Calgon bath.. 

ahh.. days off are magical!!

I am having a relationship with my pizza, almost an affair..

February 18th, 2011

eat pray love couldn’t have said it better herself.. last night.. I made my first ever homemade pizza.. the thought came to me at 5pm.. when I was debating what meat and potato combo I would come up with today :0  and i remembered this blog entry.. and I happened to have all the ingredients.. and so I attempted.. because I know how well my cooking ventures normally fare.. I decided to go with this recipe.. and my bread machine pizza dough recipe.. just in case.. 

while the dough was rising.. I packed up my little bubbas and headed to the grocery store.. buying organic pizza sauces.. and the best mozzarella I could find… it was margharita pizza time! ( I randomly still think of eat pray loves Naples pizza session).. came home.. rolled out our dough and waited for Dust to get home..

it was good.. and a lot of fun..

with the exception that we had a casualty.. I assumed my pizza pan from my hope-chest when I was 15 years old was actually non-stick.. it in fact wasn’t.. and so I did what any sane person would do after inhaling her own pizza.. I walked over to the one we lost and picked off all the cheese while hunched over the stove..

and because I had the extra dough from the bread machine.. I thought I would attempt to make some sort of cinamon sugar pinwheel role thing.. I rolled.. I buttered and sugared.. and cut it up.. 

popped them into the oven right after our pizzas were cooked.. and got ready to enjoy.. I knew it was bad when I looked over at Dustin and he had genuine concern on his face.. 

are you hurting the baby?

I laughed so hard and put the plate down.. for the past 6 weeks he has watched me eat apples and weighed out bowls of cheerios and cups of soup.. and now.. after inhaling my delicious (probably 12 inch) pizza.. I was inhaling these things.. and they weren’t even good.. they tasted like pizza dough with sugar on it.. and if I hadn’t just inhaled a pizza to myself.. I may have enjoyed pizza dough flavored sugar rolls.. 

so we threw the whole pan out.. with the large pizza we lost.. 

needless to say.. I want this to be a weekly tradition.. different sauces and toppings.. and next time I will actually grease my pans..

it took me two hours to fall asleep because I was so uncomfortably full.. and my love child was doing jumping jacks from all the carbs I ate.. 

oops.. 

it’s mabel labels baby..

February 17th, 2011

my sister gave Olive these labels for Christmas.. and of courses they got crammed into a pile of receipts and envelopes that I wanted to make sure were not thrown out in the giant Christmas pile that was my mommas living room.. 

alas.. I found them a couple weeks ago and started labeling olives goods.. they were such a great idea.. they don’t come off in the wash.. and now she knows whats hers..  I decided to send these out for some gifts to some sweet little babies I know for their birthdays.. because now-a-days.. kiddies have so much stuff.. I can never figure out what to buy them.. clothes and toys are in abundance.. and so.. I ordered them.. it was also convenient being a Canadian company.. so I could ship them easily right to their doors.. and who are we kidding.. who doesn’t love getting mail :)

while emailing Miss. Vida Blues to hopefully make it in time for her third birthday.. I accidentally wrote her birthday note where the comments or questions notes go.. and then I received this sweet email from Mrs.Deanna.. 

Hi Kacey, 

I’m afraid we don’t typically do gift cards anymore. Our marketing department is working on creating an even jazzier gift card system but until we’ve got that in place, we’ve discontinued the gift cards. However, I didn’t want Vida to miss out on your nice birthday message, so I’ve personally made one up for her. I pulled out my coloured markers (which I love any excuse to use them, anyways – heehee!), and used my brightest style … it’s very cute, if I do say so myself! It was easy to make it so, with such a fun message that you composed..

so sweet right! this woman realized what a knob I was and printed up her own little card for her!!

I responded back with a huge thank you.. and told her Miss.Vida blues mommy had just emailed me telling me how much she loves mail.. and now.. she would be getting this little card to boot.. 

she then sent me back another message.. 

Hello Kacey,

Arrrgh! You know what they say about the best laid plans? … I had a beautiful little card all made up for Vida as I mentioned, and I brought it back to our packing department yesterday attached to a note with the order number, and instructions to include it in the envelope. Unfortunately, it was missed and didn’t end up getting packed. Little Miss Vida Blue’s Sticky Labels were shipped yesterday, sans gift card!

L 

I feel just awful about this – I promised you it would be enclosed, and I worked so hard to make the card so nice! Here’s what I’m going to do, to make this up to you and Miss Vida Blue:

I’m still going to send the gift card … and I’m going to include some Tag-Mates with it too. We certainly wouldn’t want to send it empty, and this will give Vida and her mom a chance to try out our most popular method of clothing labels. I figure if a little girl’s going to party like a rockstar, she must have a pretty admirable wardrobe! Heehee! These Tag-Mates are super quick and easy (just peel and stick right to the care tag inside the clothes), and guaranteed to be laundry safe. They will help keep all those sweaters, hats, scarves, and other stuff out of the lost and found bin at daycare/school/dance classes.

J

ok.. who is this wonder woman!! I thanked her yet again.. and said how nice it was to have someone that also likes to “pay it forward”.. and she totally went out of her way for this sweet little lady..  and I thought that was the end of it.. until I went to check my mail this afternoon and there was a FedEx package on my door step.. I immediately noticed the mabel label signs.. and my first though was that one of these kiddies hadn’t received their labels.. and they were in fact on my doorstep.. until I opened the bag.. 

I am someones customer of the day! pretty sweet if I dont say so myself..  it actually melted my heart.. this woman could have laughed at my mistake.. send out the labels.. and been on her way.. and instead.. she gave away extras.. and made my afternoon..

nothing sweeter than the kindness of strangers!!

ready..

February 16th, 2011

I am ready.. I am ready for this sweet little bundle of joy to be here and change up my days.. I have random moments in the day where I think.. wow.. 9 months to grow a child?! why cant it be shorter.. why do I have to wait just to have her..  I want something that changes up my routine.. my days.. not necessarily my night.. but its the sweet and the sour.. 

which is why I think I am so ready for spring..  blooming flowers..  washing my car.. greener grass.. more visits to the family.. and this year.. a little girl.. a newborn.. I know I will cherish the newborn stage much longer than i did with Olive.. with her it was all.. next.. next.. next.. when will she sit.. when will she crawl.. when will she stand.. when will she walk.. (18.5 months later :0).. and now.. I think i will see the joy in a child that stays still.. and relies on me.. and just feeds and sleeps and wants nothing but love.. I will try to slow down time and take her all in.. 

because we have not come to the conclision of two or three children yet.. I am going into this experience knowing it may be my last.. more cuddles.. and less “are we there yets”.. yesterday I turned on Baby Story..  the show I have avoided for the last 2 years and 3 months.. because I had my own baby story experience.. and I was done watching others.. but yesterday.. I turned it on.. and watched.. and..

it was bad.. 

of course the woman on the show was having a c section.. (ahh the universe) and she had already had a tragic stillborn.. and her nerves on the show just flashed me back to my own nervousness.. in the same breath.. I had that moment where I thought to myself.. a c section is common.. this poor woman having a stillborn is tragic.. get over yourself Kacey.. but it was still really hard to watch.. at one point.. if I walked to the bathroom.. I would have successfully thrown up.. it turned my stomach.. my eyes welled with tears.. and I made myself watch the whole show for the perfect ending.. I am hanging way to much weight on this 37 week appointment.. the one where they tell me my birth plans future.. I try to no think about it at all.. but these waves comes over me.. and I cant help myself.. I will be doing something at work.. and it just stops me.. so I am trying to deal with it now.. to the best of my ability.. 

I am 26 weeks today.. and it is wild to think that Olive came in 11 weeks.. so today I will wash newborn clothes.. and put them in drawers with newly lined checkered shelf paper.. I will make a plan to get the couch out of the nursery.. and I will prepare my body with my prenatal yoga.. 

Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone..
For the times they are a-changin’

I chant this tune weekly.. 

thank you aunty tiffy :)

I have no commercialism shame.. bring it on.. chocolate hearts.. pink and red flowers.. yummy sugar cookies.. and in my case.. heart shaped pizzas..

any excuse to love the ones you love.. 

science takes you only so far.. and then comes God..

love love love..

Valentines Day, 2011

any excuse to have a day to celebrate the ones we love is a-ok in my books.. I know we are supposed to “celebrate it all year round” but between teething babies.. and going to work.. it can be hard.. so I will gladly take a day where I get giant chocolate hearts that sky rocket my diabetes through the roof.. and where I get to pull out construction paper and crayons.. and scissors that cut zig zags.. 

and of coures.. the only thing Dust asks for every year.. 

isn’t it crazy what sprinkles can do to something.. 

we celebrated our dinner last night with some good old Mexican food.. but Olives day is today.. and we will go and eat our heart shaped pizza.. and open some treats that are waiting outside her door as we speak.. now all she has to do is get out of bed!

this was the face of a girl who wanted to go out with her parents.. 

this was us before we left her.. and the screaming started.. and the “no mel” i go to work with mama and dadda.. I know I need to stop telling her we are going to work.. but its the only thing she gets.. me telling her “a valentines day dinner” is where we’re headed.. doesn’t really resonate..  I went in to check on her when I got home.. and she popped open her eyes..

no more dinner!

ok.. maybe she gets more than I think ;)

as a gift to each other this year.. we got the flip camera.. and couldn’t be happier..

I went to purchase this the first fathers day after olive was born.. and it had the most crap-tastic reviews.. and so I went with another camera.. (which ended up being even crappier).. filmed in yellow.. grainy.. and now it only works when the battery cord is plugged into it.. but now.. they are everywhere.. they are in HD.. and it is sitting on my kitchen table as we speak.. and we already have ten videos :0  everyday Dustin would say.. “we are missing out on moments”.. “this needs to be on film”.. and so we finally purchased it.. and we are in love.. it is perfect for us.. its small.. plugs directly into your computer.. films crystal clear.. and just the little segments we want to capture.. because who are we kidding.. no one wants to sit and watch a picture of kids swinging no swing sets for 15 full minutes.. 

on a different note.. I just finished reading Portia de Rossi’s Unbearable lightness.. and it was good.. no.. it was great..  and hearing her justify things was wild.. as some of those have run through my head before.. nothing as extreme .. but just the being so hard on yourself.. and than looking back 5 years later and realizing how good I looked and felt.. yet at that time.. I wanted to lose 5 more.. 5 more.. (which I never did.. ever).. it wasn’t possible for my body frame.. never being satisfied with a certain body part.. or believing that I would truly be happy and my world would be perfect if only.. if only.. 

needless to say.. the book came at a perfect time.. because pregnancy is the one time where you need to be kind to your self.. things are stretching and moving.. and shakin ;)

time to love.. 

the best of the books I read..

the Guernsey Literary and potato peel pie society.. 

                   

my favorite quotes from this sweet little book.. 

Am I to particular? I don’t want to be married just to be married.. I cant think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I cant talk to.. or worse.. someone I cant be silent with..

he could make any homely and familiar thing into something fresh and beautiful..

have you ever noticed that when your mind is awakened or drawn to someone new.. that persons name suddenly pops up everywhere you go?  my friend calls is a coincidence, and my parson friend calls it grace..  he thinks that if one cares deeply enough about someone or something new.. one throws a kind of energy out into the world. and“fruitfulness” is drawn in..

I now dog ear my page at the top when I am done reading for the night.. and dog ear the bottom page to hold onto a quote I love.. and now I am starting to pass on the books I read.. no longer holding them on a shelf for only my enjoyment (and clutter).. there will always be exceptions though.. The Red Tent isn’t going anywhere ;)

triple o..

February 12th, 2011

after many phone talks with my womb mate about her sneaking off to enjoy a white spot burger.. sorry tiff.. when I arrived to the Canadas.. I hadto have one.. my mom was at work for two hours.. so we packed up our eye patches.. and headed to white spot for olives first pirate pack.. 

does anyone else remember lovin these as a child!!  the way her eyes lit up when she realized the gold coin was actually chocolate was priceless..  I barely had time to notice though as I was shoving my bc burger into my face smothered in triple o sauce.. the man looking at me through the glass partition probably thought the same thing.. I tried to keep some grace as tomato pieces and red relish ran down my face.. but my need for beef was stronger than worrying about what that man thought.. and of course.. I was only given one napkin :0

namaste..

February 08th, 2011

with my 25 week of pregnancy approaching.. I have made a vow to myself to do my prenatal yoga video everyday.. there is no more excuses not to.. and while I used to wait for Olives nap time to do it.. those naps have been getting pushed later and later.. and sometimes I want to nap or shower myself.. so today I decided to set up my station and do it while olive played.. little did I know she would have so much fun watching me.. and than joining in.. I remember doing my pilates video when she was around 8 months old in her little play chair.. and she would laugh at me.. almost in a mocking way.. of course she wasnt laughing at me.. but I remember feeling judged ;) 

so I set up my mat and pop in the video.. only to look over and see our landscapers head literally right at my front kitchen window.. awkward.. he was turning over the garden.. and I just sat there staring at his big head.. waiting for it to move.. alas.. he moved onto the next house.. and I could continue.. 

the best part of the morning.. Olive joining me with me exercise..  it was so freakin cute.. that I had to get the camera.. I knew it was that kind of cute that only I would get to enjoy.. and trying to explain it to others wouldn’t do it justice.. she sat down and put her hands to namaste.. she bent over and touched her toes..  she came up to me and told me to “be careful mama”.. when I was doing my moves.. it melted my heart.. 

namaste.. and the bite mark.. 

although not so much when she took my yoga block and tore a chunk out of the side.. but I guess day one couldn’t be flawless.. and then reality kicked in.. and she wanted some water.. a channel change.. and some more blueberries.. but I knew if I gave in now.. my next 4 months would be me catering to her while I tried to get my yoga on.. and so.. she waited.. 

we also have a new addition to our home.. I picked him up yesterday while shopping solo… which was amazing.. and its funny how even though I was finally out buying maternity jeans for myself..  I couldn’t resist buying a treat for my girl who loves to “brush yo teeth”

I am hoping now that her toothbrush bristles have a home in this pigs head.. that I will no longer find her toothbrush by the toilet.. in her room.. or in the bathtub!

the new nursery is becoming my favorite place in the house.. it is so simple and clean.. and I find myself just sitting in there.. wondering what to do next.. 

my breastfeeding light is hung.. and the shelf is up! compliments of my sister Brandi ;)

and I scored this gem of a dresser from grandma haffners house.. can you believe they were going to throw this thing out!  I know 50% of people are nodding their heads.. but I love me some old furniture.. 

I can see Olives eyes curious while i am in this room getting it ready for her little sister.. she is wondering why treats are not going to her..  and why I am slowly stealing some of her cute toys to decorate the newest littles shelves :0 and while I have vowed to go on one little date a week with her.. I really hope I can keep it up.. and know that it will be easier some days to just stay inside.. and baby #2 needs to nap.. and she has to wait.. but for now.. I can dream that it will be easy-breezy.. free flowing and beautiful.. and we will all join one family force that will make it through it a-ok!! ;)

kelle hampton says it best.. “the girl that made me a mama..”

nursery inspiration..

February 07th, 2011

these are things I am loving right now.. this nursery seems to be coming together a lot easier than Olives did.. yes please!!

the stencils.. not the sweet baby… ;) BOUGHT!

elephant mobiles.. 

these sweet oatmeal coloured booties.. 

we love anything owls in this house.. 

still loving this drying rack.. 

ahh.. 15 more weeks of buying and planning.. 

I am spent..

the fam is gone.. my bones are resting on the couch with my baby girls resting right beside me.. its Sunday.. its raining.. and I don’t plan on going anywhere!

welcome 25..

February 06th, 2011

I am ready for week 24 of this pregnancy to be over.. it has been non stop sore hips.. bad sleeps.. and just I am just really tired.. and today while leaving my car for the only time today.. I slipped in my garage.. and my stomach is not feeling so hot.. my baby is tight as a drum.. and I am ready to wake up to a fresh start tomorrow.. 

olive = left

my mom and sister have left.. we had a very busy successful weekend.. and the nursery is started and just the fun decorating is left.. and the filling of the drawers :) my favorite part.. 

and my little helper never left our side.. 

which was good.. and bad ;)

and now.. I rest.. Dustin is gone.. Olive is in bed.. and my book is upstairs waiting for me.. ahh.. happy Sunday.. 

beep..beep..beep

February 04th, 2011

I know its really sad that I had to set an alarm for a 10:00 play date.. but that’s how me and my red head roll..  and if the scrambled cheddar eggs weren’t so amazing.. I may have skipped out ;) apparently me and the 100 other moms agreed.. it was busy.. 

yes.. that is my shy little lady playing by herself.. ahhh.. can you hear that relief.. 

this woman loves her trains.. and Percy was there.. so she didn’t need her mama.. after yesterdays breakdown of pure exhaustion.. it was nice to get out of the house so early.. with that being said.. I am so ready for a nap now.. but papa comes in 1.5 hours.. and I fear there is no time.. gulp.. nothing worse.. 

I gave Dust the “bring home take out text” last night.. and we rented the Social Network and just relaxed.. I didnt move an inch. of course once bedtime came around.. I was wired.. why does that always happen? I lied there awake for over 45 minutes.. trying to wrap my brain around why i was awake!! 

time to daydream about sunshine and get ready for work.. 

February 03rd, 2011

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they say the first step to dealing with your problem is accepting it first.. I accept that i have SAD disease.. 

these last two days of beautiful sunshine only confirmed it today.. when i woke up to grey clouds.. and NO motivation.. before i knew it.. it was noon and I hadn’t even brushed my teeth or attempted to do anything.. the tiredness is taking over my whole body.. it went from mental exhaustion.. just to all over body.. trying to peel myself off the couch every 5 minutes for a 2 year old that needs something is draining..  I even sent out an SOS text to the daddy.. I was losing my mind and my poor sweet 2 year old was getting the brunt of it.. I just wanted to lock myself in the bathroom and scream at the top of my lungs.. fearing what this would do to her childhood memories.. I instead took some deep breaths and read a book with her.. 

I know that life cannot happen with out the sour to balance the sweet.. but oh how I love the sweet.. walks.. sunshine.. coffee shops.. and just getting out of the house before ten feels amazing.. I think me and olive are both suffering from cabin fever.. 

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