Archive for 2009

Apparently I’m a great looking bed.

Posted 08 Dec 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, motherhood

Abby has not let me put her down for more than 20 minutes today. Once she realizes she’s not on mommy’s chest anymore, the waterworks begin. I’ve created a monster.

Anyway, to catch up, here’s the latest in baby land.

She has not slept as long as she did that Sunday night again. In fact, it’s like she’s waking up more. Boo-hiss. Also, we may have to transition her to her crib sooner rather than later since it’s supposed to get so damned cold here this week, and her bassinet is pretty close to a cold wall and drafty window. So, we’ll see.

I cleaned and organized Abby’s room a few nights ago, and I’m so happy I finally got to it – her room has a floor, turns out. The shelves that need staining are in the hands of my father in law…and the room is FINALLY near completion.

I’m thinking about putting together a list of things I loved/worked well while I was pregnant and stuff I’ve used/liked and not used/disliked since I’ve had Abby. If this is something you’d be interested in – let me know!

And finally, in my first step in keeping Abby an only child (at least for the next few years), I’m having an IUD placed tomorrow. Mirena to be exact. I’ve got my darvocet at the ready, and my mother in law on hand to keep an eye on Abby while I possibly lie on the couch writhing in horrid, crampy pain. I’ll deal though. The thought of not having to think about birth control for the next 3-5 years sounds freaking AWESOME. Especially if it tones my cramps down and well, WORKS.

So, there’s a boring update for now. Friday we’re headed back to my parents for our (early) Christmas. Yessss…

Quickly dropping in…

Posted 02 Dec 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood

…amid baskets of dirty laundry and a baby who apparently doesn’t care for the Jeopardy theme song to mention the following:

On Sunday night, after 5 hours of being in the car all day (read sleeping), Abigail SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT. Well, from 12-6:30. As far as I’m concerned that’s all night. Of course, it hasn’t been replicated, but HOT DAMN – that was awesome. Last night, had it not been for her wet diaper, I think she could have done it again since she fell back asleep after being changed. Le sigh.

In other news, Christmas is fast approaching and I have yet to purchase a gift or even have a clue as to what to get anyone. Not even the hubs. We’re celebrating Christmas at my folks house in like, 10 days. I’d better get crackin’. (And Mom – you’d better get that massive tree up!) The hubs and I will be picking out our wreath this weekend while his parents cut down their tree (we have a fake one), and I have to figure out how to dress Abby for the coldest temperatures she will have ever experienced.

Alright, I must go. Abby has clearly had enough of her swing and I don’t think I can handle another crying jag.

1 month old.

Posted 28 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, paparazzi
My dearest Abigail,
You turned one month old yesterday. I apologize that the day passed with little fanfare, but we had lots of stuff going on. You were lucky enough to celebrate with your grandparents and great auntie Mitzi, so that may have been gift enough. You’ve changed so much already in the past month that I’m already starting to worry about how much you’ll change before your two month mark! You’re barely fitting in your newborn onesies anymore (those long skinny legs!) and are getting stronger by the day. Daddy’s attempting to show you how to hold your pacifier in your mouth with your buddy (aka your right hand) and sometimes you get it, but most of the time you’re spitting it out of your mouth at warp speed. You haven’t slept through the night yet, but I’ll take it since you really only ever cry when you need something, and once that’s taken care of, you’re back to happy mellow baby.
I’m getting really excited for your first Christmas. I already bought you a stocking and am busy compiling the list of things you’ll be getting. I’m more concerned about gifts for you than making a list for myself (which I’ve usually completed by now). I guess when the mental short list for myself includes a new MacBook and a dishwasher I quickly am jolted back to reality and focus on the $14 Soothe & Glow Seahorse that’s on your list. (Trust me, you want one.)
Anyway, I must go. John Mayer tickets go on sale in 2 minutes and Mommy needs to get front row so I can wear his sweat for a couple hours. I’ll explain that when you’re older.
Love you much,
Mommy.

So much to be thankful for.

Posted 27 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, marriage, paparazzi

We made the five hour drive with little to no drama (stupid travel warmer is a piece of crap), and Abby rewarded us with three, count ’em…THREE poops in 12 hours. (I KNOW, right?!) The pack-n-play was set up with ease and it’s the greatest invention of all time. Ours has a changing table and bassinet attachment.

Yesterday morning started out with friends of my parents stopping by with gifts. Eventually Abby was turned into one.

My mom, auntie and I made Thanksgiving dinner and everything turned out spectacular! I made my grandma’s infamous frozen fruit salad. It was delish and a big hit as usual. I’ve decided it’s now my job to make that for every holiday in her honor. Abby will eventually have to learn how to make it, since it’s her middle namesake’s recipe.

After dinner, we all sat in a chair, and the tryptophan kicked in. (Well, for Abby I’m sure it was just a pleasant milk drunk.)

So so very much to be thankful for.
**A big thank you to Mitzi for being my personal photographer while she’s here. LOVE that iPhone.

So THAT’s where I dropped it.

Posted 23 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, I am a moron

You know when you’re eating something and food drops off your fork or something, and you KNOW it happened, but you can’t find it?

Well I finally found it. Roasted garlic hummus in the folds of my daughter’s neck last night. And even after I thought I got it all, I’m still finding (and smelling) it.

I think I just gave up my place in the running for mommy of the year.