Thursday, August 19, 2010

17 Down, 23 To Go

This blog entry is a bit overdue, because today I am 17 weeks pregnant and well into my second trimester! On May 20th, we got the call from the doctor’s office that we have been waiting for for over a year. Our experience with infertility was many things, exciting, frustrating, stressful and sad. But most of all, we know now that God was preparing us to feel complete elation and gratitude when we got to hear the words “Your test result was positive—you’re pregnant!”

Over the previous several months, we had gone in for several IUI treatments, but we felt really good about the one in early May. It just seemed fitting that in the midst of lots of life changes (selling our first house and buying another to name a couple) I would get pregnant. Or maybe it was using injectable fertility drugs for the first time. Either way, Daniel and I both had wide smiles and butterflies at TFC that day.

The first trimester was pretty rocky--it included a trip to the emergency room and several follow-up doctor appointments for some very painful cysts (one positive was that we got to see the baby practically once a week via sonogram). In June, I got to sit (read: sleep) on the sidelines while many of the renovations were happening to our new house. There was nausea, which I learned I could keep at bay by eating protein snacks through the day, and overall lack of energy. Oh yeah, and my cravings included four different kinds of milk in one night (regular, chocolate, strawberry, and banana, which Daniel sought out for me on a whim) and my taste for salad became much like it had been as a child: unappetizing. The end of July and early August have felt better in many ways. My running has suddenly become easier again, even though it is hotter now; I had struggled to get my workouts in during early July. Sleeping has been a little tough--I think my body is just preparing itself for night feedings! In just two weeks we get to find out whether it’s a boy or a girl, which will really make it real, huh? So what are we leaving out? Hmm…oh yeah, the baby is due on January 29! We’ll compose a blog to talk about how we revealed the gender in September. For now, here are some pictures to show my progress, now 2 lbs and 2 inches in.


12 Weeks


15 Weeks


17 Weeks

Sunday, August 8, 2010

South Bound



So we've been very busy in the last few months selling our house in North Austin, buying a new house in South Austin, and moving all our stuff into it. We are really settling in, and we love the new house so far. We've made a number of changes, and it's amazing how different the house looks from when we first bought it. Here is a list of the changes we have made:

  • Tore out old (and pet stained) carpets; replaced with wood floors (downstairs) and new carpet (upstairs)
  • Purchased a refrigerator
  • Purchased a table for the breakfast area
  • Cut down a dead tree in the back yard (thanks to Brandi's dad)
  • Took down curtains
  • Repainted the study and dining room (thanks to Brandi's parents)
  • Repainted most of the living room (thanks to Brandi's parents)
  • Spackled and touched up paint in the rest of the house, after an arduous color matching process
  • Got a gently used bed for the guest bedroom upstairs (thanks to Daniel's parents)
  • Replaced all downstairs door hardware
  • Installed two ceiling fans upstairs
  • Purchased a sectional for the living room
Daniel worked hard, can you tell?




Here's a few before and after pictures of the house:

Dining Room
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Kitchen
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Breakfast Area
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Living Room
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Master Bedroom 1
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Master Bedroom 2

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Sunday, June 13, 2010

The Aggies' Dilemma

If the Big 12 was a hastily put together, imbalanced, politically constructed ticking time bomb, I never knew it. I was a freshman at Texas A&M University in the first year of the Big 12 Conference, and I was certainly swept up in this new creation that brought together some very impressive sports programs.

I graduated from Fayetteville High School, which was across the street from the University of Arkansas, the school that killed the Southwest Conference. When Arkansas left for the greener pastures of the SEC in 1991, they left behind an all-Texas conference that didn't take long to prove that it wasn't sustainable. The failure of the Southwest Conference met with the pleasure of Razorback fans, and it contributed to a sort of cognitive dissonance in Fayetteville. While Arkansas fans gladly bragged about getting out of the Southwest Conference, they still counted Texas and Texas A&M as their biggest rivals.

I arrived in Fayetteville a couple months after Arkansas's basketball national championship, so the emphasis was very much on the present, but any time a Texas school was mentioned, or even when it wasn't, Arkansans would always talk about how much they enjoyed being in a conference that was better than the SWC. Growing up, I had always thought of the Southwest Conference as a source of pride for Texans, but a Sports Illustrated article I read in 1992 (http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/vault/article/magazine/MAG1004498/index.htm) painted an entirely different picture, of a conference that was becoming somewhat of an embarrassment. So the news of the formation of a new conference, including Oklahoma and Nebraska and scheduled to coincide with my arrival in College Station, was extremely exciting.

Among a fanbase that calls itself the 12th Man, the new Big 12 Conference seemed to be a perfect fit. The 12th Man towels that get handed out before football games had, in the fall of 1996, "12th Mania" written on one side. The Big 12 brought a lot of big sports programs into town. And while football has faltered, the Big 12 has raised the profile of pretty much every other Aggie sport.

Fourteen years after Texas and Texas A&M chose the Big 12 over the Pac-10 and SEC, respectively, the Longhorns appear to be headed out west, and the Aggies seem ambivalent between the SEC and the Pac-10.

There's an argument to be made for either choice. In the Pac-10 column are academics, politics (Texas politicians have a desire to see UT and A&M in the same conference), and the need to keep alive the Aggies' biggest and most important rivalry. In the SEC column are geography, culture, sports prestige, and shaking free of the sports and financial colossus a couple hours to the west. Money, I think, favors the SEC.

As someone who's attended both A&M and Texas, I have no desire to see them play in two different conferences. In fact, that rivalry looms about as large as anything in my thinking. But I think it may be time for the Aggies to step out on their own. (And this is coming from someone who put A&M and UT logos on his groom's cake (actually pies), keeps a UT/A&M "bowl divided" on his desk, and who thinks the SEC is a scourge upon the earth.)

If the blogs and message boards are any indication, it's difficult to talk about A&M going to the SEC without getting swept up in bitterness (on the part of A&M) or portraying the Aggies as ungrateful and stupid (on the part of Texas). The "we'll show them" sentiment that I've seen in various forms misses the mark, but maybe it's not too far off. Trust, or lack thereof, is key to this decision, and it's one thing to have the trash talk related to a sporting event, but when it gets this nasty and this public and this nonspecific, it's indicative of something else. I don't think Texas has done a good job of building trust over the last couple weeks. If the reports are true, Texas expects its rivals (primarily Oklahoma and A&M) to follow it to the conference of its choice, and failing to do so will result in (at least in the case of A&M) falling off the UT schedule. Now, there are reasons to choose either conference, and holding a century-old rivalry hostage over what is essentially a judgment call indicates that Texas thinks A&M shouldn't get to decide where to go--they should just go with Texas.

Texas is doing what Texas does--they are throwing their considerable weight around. There's nothing wrong with that. Their stock has never been higher, and they know it. But A&M has options, and they need to figure out whether this relationship is good enough and important enough to push them in the direction of an otherwise inferior choice. Knowing what we know, I can't say that it is.

The Texas-Texas A&M rivalry would be the most-played rivalry in major college football history but for the three years the series was canceled because of violence between the two schools (1912-1914). Now, the school that created the maroon carrot, hissing instead of booing, and a litany of terms (yell leader, war hymn, former students) in order to be Not-Texas has the opportunity to be the bigger person. Go to the SEC. If Texas refuses to schedule the Aggies, make a very clear and very public invitation until they do. Public perception is that Texas is overplaying its hand/being a bully/running away from where the competition is. In response, A&M has an opportunity to be gracious toward its big brother rival while playing in the tougher league. What a PR gift.

Look at it this way: two people are in a relationship. Let's say they both get job offers in the same two cities: San Francisco and Birmingham. And let's say that Longhorn is intent on taking the San Francisco job, and that Aggie prefers the Birmingham job. So Aggie has two choices: go to San Francisco with Longhorn, or go to Birmingham and make it a long-distance relationship. If Longhorn makes it clear that a long-distance relationship is not a possibility, then you're stuck weighing the value of Birmingham against the value of the relationship. In this case, I think the Aggies have seen enough to know how much stock they should put in their relationship with the Longhorns. If it comes down to it, they need to break it off.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

12803 Steeple Chase



Hi! We've been gone for a while, haven't we? While there are many reasons like business trips for both of us and plain old winter blahs, the biggest reason we haven't written is that we've been busily preparing to say goodbye to our house. And now here we are ready to announce that it officially went on the market Thursday night. Read our letter to potential buyers that is sitting on our kitchen counter right now and then click on the link to view our first home. Now all we need is the right buyer to walk through that door!

Dear Future Home Owner,

In the spring of 2006, I was searching for my first home. When I happened upon 12803 Steeple Chase, I was immediately impressed by the quiet neighborhood and the great floor plan. I showed it to my new boyfriend, and he liked it, too. By the middle of June I was ready to move in. A year later, I had painted, changed a number of fixtures, and my boyfriend became my husband. Together we took on a number of home improvements, such as renovating all three bathrooms and the kitchen.

We have made a lot of memories in this house. We barbeque often on the patio, hang out with friends in the backyard, and enjoy morning runs to the park that is less than a mile away. The living room is full of light in the mornings, and it’s a great place for fires on winter nights. This house has hosted family dinners, parties, holiday celebrations, and numerous houseguests. Settling in to a new house will be bittersweet, and we are excited about somebody new being able to make their own memories in this house.

We hope you enjoy your visit to our house. There are a number of features that we’d like you to take a few moments to look at, such as the updated hardware and light fixtures and the new blinds in the living area. Our favorite project was the kitchen; it was our most involved project, and we are happy with the way it turned out. We hope you can visualize 12803 Steeple Chase as your home.


Sincerely,

Brandi & Daniel Lauve


Here's the photos of the house.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Remember, Remember the Month of November


Last month we had the pleasure of having the Nunez family in for two weekends.  The first was for the Run for the Water race, where Keller Williams is the main sponsor of a race to help raise money to bring water wells to Burundi.  So my parents, Daniel, and I ran in the 5K. This was my mom's very first race and I have to say, as happy as I am to run with my dad and my hubby, I was jumping for joy as my mom ran across the finish line. She stopped a couple of times to walk but all in all, she ran the longest she ever has and finished 2nd in her age group! Yea Momma! Daniel of course finished first, and my dad finished not too far in front of me. After high-fiving all of my KW friends, we treated my parents to brunch at Moonshine. We had some brunch cocktails to warm us up by the fire on the patio and then enjoyed a delicious spread, although my dad was very sad at the lack of bacon on the display. We promise more pig next time!

The following weekend we had a great time playing The Beatles: Rock Band for Thad Williams's birthday. Our game is getting quite a lot of mileage! Courtney is a really great friend of mine that I met at my first Austin job. She put together quite a great birthday party with some really fun people and we got to catch up with them and play a little (pretend) music, too.


Then in mid November my Mom and my Memaw (my Mom's sister and my Dad's stepmother) came to Austin to attend the Junior League Christmas Bazaar with my friends Anna and Tabriah. We had such a good weekend together. My Memaw is creative and active, she is 80 and just a few years ago began making jewelry, and she never met a project she didn't like. She is light-hearted, she knows how to not take herself too seriously in most any situation, even when it comes to getting older. And she is a believer. She is praying for us as we work to build our marriage, build our family, and live our lives in Christ.

Our visit was wonderful and we finished off the month of family with Thanksgiving. We made our Tour of Texas with a strong start with the Lauves. We played more Rockband, talked politics and ate some great gravy at Daniel's parent's first Thanksgiving in their new home. Then we headed to Jasper where we started our gumbo streak. We also enjoyed a lovely bottle of Pinot Noir that Daniel bought me on our anniversary trip to California wine country. We had Friday and most of Saturday with my parents and my brother.

Then we headed to Angela & Aidan Shori's wedding reception in Fannet, Texas. We knew all along that celebrating their recent nuptials in Fiji would be part of our Thanksgiving plans. We had a great time catching up with some old friends and wishing the Shoris the best in their future adventures, wherever they may be.

Lastly, we went to the Comeauxs on Saturday night and most of Sunday. While Jed and the girls were exhausted from hunting, they were still warm hosts and stayed up to greet us. Amber and I both got up early so we could have our own time to catch up on our lives since we don't get to see each other too often. She always has the best Christian music playing in the background for our talks, and she made yummy breakfast casserole for us before church! We spent the afternoon playing games with Kaylin and Madison and then seeing a reallly good soccer scrimage with Kaylin's playoff-bound team.

We are so thankful for such a wonderful month of friends and family!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

A Decade Without Bonfire

Is being against the return of Bonfire as much an act of Aggie heresy as it was ten years ago?

It's entirely possible that socialization is as much of a core competency at Texas A&M as education.  It all starts at Fish Camp, which almost every incoming freshman attends and learns all the Aggie traditions and terminology.  It continues at the solemn remembrances of fallen Aggies at Silver Taps and Muster.  It even includes the numerous extracurricular activities, which are referred to as "The Other Education."  Traditions are so ingrained at A&M that the on-campus bus routes are named after various traditions.  One route is even called "Traditions" (is it a tradition to have traditions?).  The biggest tradition of all, and the event that symbolized better than anything the group identity of the Aggies, was Bonfire.

I didn't ever participate in Bonfire, not that I had a strong opinion about it either way when I was at A&M.  Like everyone, I thought it was just about the coolest thing ever when I was in attendance.  And during the actual cutting and building, well, it wasn't really my thing.  When I was a freshman, I attended cut class, which was the mandatory safety class that everyone who wanted to go out into the woods and cut down trees for Bonfire had to take.  It was ostensibly about safety, but the bulk of the half hour was spent reciting the (unprintable) dorm yells.  I also experienced “wake up” as a freshman.  The cars that went out to the woods for cut left at about six in the morning, so the upperclassmen would go around the hall at around five on Saturday morning and bang on every door as hard as they could, yelling all sorts of things and kicking on the door so hard you thought they were going to kick it in.  As an out of state kid, I didn't come in with a real love of Bonfire, so I didn't really participate in it.

Like everyone, I knew that Bonfire had a reputation for a lot of alcohol on the job and for hostility toward the international students who walked past the Polo Fields on their way home from class.  And yet, for at least a week after Bonfire fell, I was adamant that Bonfire was a crucial part of Texas A&M and absolutely could not be taken away.

I arrived outside the old basketball arena at about 5:00 a.m. on November 18, 1999, and heard the news that Bonfire had fallen.   I was in line to camp out for tickets to the next week's Texas game.  The mood at that point was this odd mix of gloominess and normalcy.  We all knew something was wrong, but we couldn't really go anywhere or follow the story, so poeple were chatting and playing cards.  Later, as I started going to classes and more information started flowing in, it got really, really awful.  The moment that it really hit me was when I went into the library annex to read for a class and a sign on the door said, "Be sure to call your parents and let them know you're OK."

After Bonfire fell, I heard its necessity compared to that of breathing and driving cars.  I didn’t go that far, but I certainly didn’t believe that "they" (whoever they were) had any place telling us what we could do with one of our proudest traditions.  I believed that the twelve who lost their lives were doing something they loved and that the best way to memorialize them was to keep Bonfire going.  Though I hadn't participated in its construction, I thought it was a necessary part of this university that I had come to identify with.

At some point that winter, I changed my tune.  I thought about myself as someone who had been recruited from out of state and had very little previous knowledge of A&M before arriving there.  I thought about how it would be to attract similar candidates in the future if Bonfire stayed around and those candidates knew essentially two things about A&M: 1) they have this thing that killed a bunch of people, and 2) they kept it going despite most of the country calling for it to be ended.  I thought about how silly it was that we had so much of our identity tied up in this stack of logs, and how strange it had been for me to be so supportive of it.

The one moment that really soured me on Bonfire was the next spring, when the investigation into the causes of the collapse was completed.  The findings were announced at the basketball arena, and students were allowed to attend the press conference.  The chairman announced how poorly the operation had been supervised and how little actual engineering knowledge went into the construction.  The findings were focused primarily on the physical reasons for the fall (ground conditions, the integrity of the center pole, etc.) and paid less attention to the social aspects of Bonfire.  During the presentation, a reporter asked why the commission did not address the issue of hazing at the Bonfire site.  The commissioner said that he did not feel it was necessary to discuss something that had nothing to do with the fall of Bonfire.  At that moment, a giant cheer went up from the 3000 or so students in attendance, a cheer like you would hear at a sporting event.  I don't suppose I really know what they were cheering (I guess it was the commissioner's resistance to the media's trying to frame Bonfire as a bunch of drunk kids running around unsupervised), but it really seemed to me like they all missed the point.

And I think they're still missing the point.   It appears that most Aggies, including Governor Perry, are in favor of bringing Bonfire back on campus.  This is despite the fact that it has been deemed uninsurable and another death or serious accident could mean the end of the university.  I've heard several times now that the campus is noticeably different without Bonfire---people are less friendly and the campus doesn't have the unity it once did.  That, in addition to being the most egregious case of Good Old Days Syndrome I've ever heard in my life, is complete and utter garbage.  If the people who support this idea had spent more time in logic class and less time at cut, they might have been introduced to the post hoc ergo propter hoc fallacy.  And besides, I just found out that Howdy Ags (http://howdyags.tamu.edu), whose purpose is to reverse the decline of the popular Aggie greeting (no kidding), was formed in 1997, two years before Bonfire fell.

Texas A&M University is better now than it was ten years ago.  That would have been the case had Bonfire never collapsed, too.  Just because that's what one generation of Aggies used to bond with one another doesn't mean that's the only way it can be done.  Neva Hand, the mother of one of the 12 Bonfire victims, said it best: "A&M has to be more than bonfire. It has to be bigger than the tradition itself.  If the students of A&M cannot come up with something better to form camaraderie and strive together to build and work for something really big, then they're not the students that I think A&M students are."

Forget academics, which by any objective measure are improving across the board. Students are as engaged as ever in extracurricular activities that don't involve giant burning piles of wood.  A few years ago I got to visit with some of the student leaders from the Memorial Student Center who had made a trip to Austin, and their love of Aggieland was unaffected by the lack of a 60-foot-tall symbolic fire before Thanksgiving.  My sisters had an experience at A&M that was not that different from mine.  Football games are still football games, and basketball games are, well, now they actually resemble basketball games.  (By the way, where are we on that Jerald Brown statue?)

The institutional memory of Texas A&M is such that many current students are arguing for the necessity of an on-campus Bonfire, even though they were in elementary school when it last burned.  Several successsive A&M administrations have been criticized for saying Bonfire can't return, but I think they're making the right choice.  Bonfire should never come back---the brand has been forever tarnished, it's not financially viable, and it runs counter to the direction the university needs to go.  Bringing it back would mean choosing between a safe version built with little student input or a student-led giant liability waiting to happen, and neither option is worthwhile.

The return of Bonfire is likely to remain a contentious topic, with both sides trying to honor the memory of our twelve fellow Aggies who gave their lives.  Say a prayer for those kids and their families.  So much has happened in my own life in the past ten years that it's hard to believe---I feel so sorry that their lives were cut so short.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Spending a Fall Weekend in Boulder


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I'm still smiling from a weekend with the girlfriends that I fondly refer to as the XHHH group.  Kelly, Liza, Virginia, Liz, Missy and I recently decided to spend a weekend in Boulder. Kelly had it all planned out for us---flights, transportation, restaurants, even sending out weather information the day before we left.

Thursday night four of us arrived in Boulder and went to dinner at Pasta J's. It was so delicious that we ended up going again on our last night so it was the perfect start to our trip. Each morning Kelly had coffee brewing for us. We drank it huddled by the gas log fireplace or on the porch. We would finally get out when we got hungry, usually before we were even dressed & showered, which made us fit right in in Boulder.


We spent the afternoons shopping on Pearl Street, perusing the Farmer's Market, driving through the mountains or sitting around drinking cocktails at the place we lovingly called the cabin. There was lots of talking about our feelings, talking about each other's feelings, and then there was talking about what other people think about the feelings that we think they are thinking. At least that's what Kelly picked up in her oh-so-astute observations!! We had several living room dance parties---I insisted we roll up the living room rug for proper dancing.  There was even a sexy bumblebee that made an appearance.

It started to snow on the last day and even though it was not cold enough to stick on the ground it was the perfect ending to a relaxing and fun weekend.

I had such a great time---thanks to all of my girlfriends for adding so much to my life!