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We got our sillies OUT.

Posted 18 Jan 2013 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, RAD, toddler business

Before the show.

Shhh! It’s starting!

We had SO MUCH FUN.

Seriously. Our seats were in the middle of the theater. All Abby wanted to do was dance. We danced, she shushed me for singing too much, and had a great time.

If you’ve never been to a Yo Gabba Gabba show before, I highly recommend it. We went to Sesame Street Live a week before, and the difference in how much she enjoyed the shows was immeasurable. It was really like having the show happen right in front of you. All of her favorite songs, and nothing but kids have an awesome time!

In case you want to see if it’s coming to your town – check out the show’s site: www.yogabbagabbalive.com. Like I said – we’ve gone for the past couple of years and Abby has loved it both times. Couldn’t recommend it more!!

How to make a three year old happy.

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Posted 14 Jan 2013 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, motherhood, RAD, toddler business

On Wednesday, I’ll be taking Abby to see Yo Gabba Gabba Live – GET THE SILLIES OUT!

YGGLIVE

Best Friends.

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Posted 25 Sep 2012 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, motherhood, other people are awesome, paparazzi, RAD, toddler business, uncategorized

This weekend, my bestie Martini was in town. We had plenty of things to take care of while she was here, mostly on the wedding planning front because she’s getting married in about a month. (Eeeee!) And, being the responsible Matron Duchess of Honor that I am, I hadn’t purchased a dress yet.

Sidenote: Yes. I am straight out refusing to be called a Matron of Honor because it sounds like I’m 50. Nothing against 50-year-olds, but EFFING YUCK.

So, we shopped (I found my dress and I want to wear it all the time), we drank, we stayed up late and laughed and told stories…it was just the break I needed from reality. She is by all means my best friend, my sister, and one of the few people in life that knows me to my core.

At the same time, I have a new best friend. I knew we would be at some point, but when she said it my heart burst out of my chest only to swallow me whole. She said it once while we were shopping with Auntie Martini on Sunday, and again last night while we were falling asleep in her bed.

“Mama? You’re my best friend.”

I know she’s only 2 (a month away from being 3), and that this feeling she has for me may not last forever, but it is one of the most wonderful things I could ever imagine her saying to me. I hope she does always think of me as her best friend. She will always be mine. (As long as Martini doesn’t mind sharing the title.)

(Thanks for reading! And if you’re interested, I have a new post over at MamaPop – “The 64th Annual Emmys: An Evening Of Fabric Thievery And Ocular Fashion Assault“)

Obligitory BlogHer Post.

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Posted 26 Jul 2012 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category blog bidnass, I am awesome, other people are awesome, paparazzi, RAD, uncategorized

HEY!!! I’M GOING TO BLOGHER! AGAIN! FOR THE THIRD YEAR IN A ROW!

If you’re totally not interested in any of this nonsense, feel free to skip this post.

If you’re going?! OMGLOLI’LLSEEYOUTHERE!!!one!!1!

I thought I’d do a little introduction post, so you know how to spot me or what conversation to strike up while we’re waiting in line for the bathroom at Sparklecorn.

First of all, this is me:

Yes, I own like, 4 different pairs of glasses. I’m a glasses horder. However, I might put on my big girl underoos and wear my contacts. IMMA MIX SHIZ UP. So, it’s essentially a grab bag.

Here’s things I would love to discuss with you!

Shoes.
What just happened on True Blood.
How Macs are far superior than PCs.
That chick that freaked her shit about that sad chick kissing someone other than the sparkly vampire guy.
Seinfeld. Anything Seinfeld. Like how I went to the dentist yesterday and ended up with a numb face and could only think about Kramer and the Velvet Fog.
Drag Queens.
Cats.
Shit Girls Say. “I’m sorry, could you just…turn it down?”
Ryan Gosling and how he’s my other husband. (See also Alexander Skarsgard.)
Productive blogging/tweeting/instagramming conversation.

Here’s what I don’t want to talk about.

Politics.
Religion.
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Scooby-Doo, Ni-Hao Kai-lan, etc. I get enough of that at home.
Blog Stats/Monetizing/Couponing (No offense.)
How I’m out of drink tickets.
That checking the weather is bad for my health.
What time my flight leaves.

But seriously, I am so stoked to land in New York on Wednesday evening, to spend sometime with some of my blogging besties (like, 20 of them) and how friendships made on the internets are just as real and true as any other.

What’s most hilarious is that as each year passes that I attend BlogHer, I spend less and less time packing. I mean, I’m actually going shopping for stuff to wear on Monday and am leaving on Wednesday. I think it’s safe to say I’m not worried about this shit anymore. I’m some sort of professional…something.

*This post is probably all over the place since I’m getting ready to leave for a cabin tomorrow and toddlers and SEINFELD IS ON and where the eff is the pizza man and laundry and dirty house. All at once. But again. Not worried.