Archive for October, 2010
Just a taste of the birthday fun…
Posted 28 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, paparazzi
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, paparazzi
One year.
Posted 27 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, paparazzi
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, paparazzi
I simply cannot accept the fact that an entire year has gone by. It seems like just yesterday my bed-ridden ass was firmly planted on the couch, pelvis about to split in two, stranded in a sea of bottled water and low-fat foods (thanks gallbladder!). And then, it only seems a few months ago we were sleeping in shifts with your bassinet making the round trip from the living room to our bedroom.
Today is a day of mixed emotions. I am both happy and sad that you’re one year old. I am thankful I don’t have to deal with the days of feeling like I might break you, or when you’d cry and I’d have absolutely no clue what to do to soothe you. But I also miss when you were just so tiny that you’d fit on my chest like a little teddy bear, fast asleep and cooing softly. Now, you’re like an animal struggling to get comfy while you take up my entire torso AND shoulder. (But I love that too.) You’re just such a little lady now. In only one year.
To date, you can say (in your own way): ball, baby, quack, hot, hi, bye-bye, belly button, doggie, woof-woof and of course, mama and dada. You sniff when you see flowers…anywhere. On TV, in a book, on my shirt; you wrinkle your nose and sniff. It might be the cutest thing ever. You also (even though you acted as if you had no interest in learning how) blew your dada a kiss on Monday without being prompted. You aren’t walking yet, but I would guess that by Christmas you’ll be on your feet.
You are, without a doubt, the most important thing in our lives. We love you more than even we understand. This has been one of the most educational, emotionally trying, beautiful and completely awesome years of my life. I can only expect to say that again and again for the years to come.
To think, my idea of having a baby was initially sparked by my nerdy curiosity – what would happen to me if I became pregnant?
And a year later, I can answer with this:
I will not make her room a pink nightmare…
Posted 20 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, house stuffs, RAD, retail therapy
Category baby business, house stuffs, RAD, retail therapy
…but DAMMIT. I want ALL OF THIS FOR HER.
The new Zinnia collection from Dwell Studio. Is it not presh? I love all of it.
This will be funny someday.
Posted 17 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category house stuffs, not so much, the cats, The Hubs
Category house stuffs, not so much, the cats, The Hubs
Scene: Saturday morning. My basement. Recently refinished with new flooring, and remodeled bathroom.
Players: Myself, and my friend who’s been helping me for the past few weeks with said bathroom.
He hasn’t been over since the floors were finished and I’ve painted the bathroom. Today we are just wrapping things up – putting the toilet back and installing the sink and vanity. Needless to say, I’m SO EXCITED to show him how good it looks.
Me: OMG! Doesn’t it look awesome! Now, come look at the bathroom. It looks so good, doesn’t it?!
Him: Uh…is that supposed to be there? (maybe not what he said because OMG I can’t remember specifics at this point)
Me: What?
He points to the floor behind me, underneath the laundry sink.
I look down, and see this:
Thats not a mouse.
A FUCKING RAT.
IN MY BASEMENT.
RIGHT NEXT TO ME.
Okay, I don’t care that it’s dead WHATHEMUTHEREFFINGHELL is a RAT DOING IN MY HOUSE?! !?
At this point, I’m like, hyperventilating, jumping all over the place and trying to form complete sentences but HOW CAN I WITH A RAT RIGHT THERE. My friend is just laughing and also being slightly grossed out and simply cracking up because I was all “Look at my beautiful basement!” totally oblivious to the dead animal with a 12 inch tail inches from my feet.
Once I gained enough composure to start breathing, I thought long and hard about how we could have gotten an animal THAT SIZE in our house, and how I didn’t notice. Then I remembered the gaping hole in the floor where the toilet usually sits. We had stuffed paper towels in it 3 weeks before so the sewer fumes wouldn’t stink the house up. I looked in the bathroom – paper towel is no longer in the hole. This thing swam through the sewer (vomitvomitbarfGROSS) and somehow ended up in my basement.
Wait. I should pause this story to add the following sad sidenote: We had to put our cat Boo-boo down on Friday. He had come down with the same disease that was our cat Miles’ ultimate demise. He was getting really sick and we just needed to take care of it before it got out of hand. It was super sad, and we were lucky enough that the sister-in-law was able to be with him when he was put down. (I was at work, and the hubs couldn’t bear to do it – he did it with Miles and couldn’t do it again.) We’ll miss you Bubs. 
It dawned on the hubs and I that more than likely, before Boo went to the scratching post in the sky, that he must have killed this rat. I shit you not when I say this rat was half the size of Boo. Like, no effing joke. And Boo killed it. Even as sick as he was, he was still defending his territory.
I told my dad about what happened. His response? Good luck getting your mother over to your house again.
