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End of summer = Beginning home improvements

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Posted 20 Sep 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category house stuffs, I am awesome, The Hubs

As you may gather, I have lots of ideas about what to do with our house in terms of decorating. It’s just a matter of DOING it.

A few months ago, I posted about painting our kitchen. We did. But, that was it. I had wanted to change the light fixtures, but we never got around to it.

I posted about redoing our bedroom. My mom just gifted the hubs and a I joint birthday gift card to CB2, so we’re not far away from starting that project.

HOWEVER, before we begin that adventure, we’re going to be revamping our basement.

Have I ever mentioned how our satan-cat Boo Boo decided to piss in our finished basement? On the carpet? And then we tore out the pissy carpet and put down cheap Home Depot carpet and then he pissed on that too? Yeah. Well….yeah. We haven’t really used the basement since this whole cat-piss thing started, because who wants to sit on a couch that’s been used as a scratching post in a pee stankin’ basement? NOT ME. Anyway, we finally decided to take the leap and we’re having the flooring replaced. We decided on Konecto flooring, which is water/stain resistant and great for basements…yet looks like real hardwood. We’re having the carpet on the stairs replaced with new carpeting to tie the kitchen tile to the new basement flooring, and we’re also having the Konecto placed in our basement bathroom, which we’re ALSO redoing.

::deep breath::

I have the idea in my head of how to do all this. Luckily, we’re having the flooring professionally installed so I don’t have to have an ulcer thinking about that. The bathroom though, I plan to tackle myself (with the hubs’ help, of course). I fancy myself as some sort of a DIY/fix-it gal that can do anything I put my mind to. I think this is going to be my ultimate test, though.

I will take some photos soon and have a “before” post. Pray to the Home Depot Gods for me. I’ll need all the help I can get.

Sailing the seas of poop.

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Posted 15 Sep 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood

With Abby fast approaching her 1st birthday, I’ve taken for granted the lack of blowouts and poop stories I had when she was younger.

HOWEVER.

The past 3 days have been nothing short of Pooptown. Like…poop. Lots of poop. Runny, disgusting, diaper rash inducing poop.

I’ll assume that the majority of you who haven’t closed your browser or skipped to the next post in your reader are parents yourselves, or at least pet owners. (We as a “community” are not so scurred of poop. Am I right? HIGH FIVE, POOP CLEANERS!)

Last week, a little cut on Abby’s finger started to look like it might be infected. Turns out, traditional methods of neosporin and band-aids are not recommended for babies who chew on their hands 24 hours a day. I know, you’re like…WHAAAAAA? ME TOO. So, like the good parent I am, I watched it…hoping it would get better.

Abby stayed the night at her grandparents house Friday while Mommy & Daddy celebrated Mommy’s second annual 29th birthday. While we were indulging in adult beverages, her finger blew up like, twofold. SO, Saturday included a trip to Urgent Care. We came home with a bottle of amoxicillin. By Monday, her finger was looking better. Also on Monday, Auntie Amanda picked her up to get her ready for her bath, only to announce, “She’s wet!” where we proceeded to notice the shit stains all over her pajama bottoms. A blowout. Of diarrhea proportions. OH GOD. DOESN’T LOOK GOOD.

So, she’s got the shits from the medication. Enter my dear mother-in-law. Due to a crazy scenario including a since-removed tumor, she no longer has her sense of smell. So, imagine her horror last night when she decided to check Abby’s diaper the old fashioned way by sticking a couple fingers in it to see if it was wet, only to pull out a poop covered mess.

Abby’s only got 2.5 more days of the medication. 2.5 more days to sail the seas of poop.

Also – even though she’s 10.5 months old, Abby had her 9 month check yesterday. Official stats: 30 inches long, 21 lb 13.5 oz. I’ve got myself a tall baby girl.

Absent…for good reason(s).

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Posted 12 Sep 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category blog bidnass, motherhood, other people are awesome, RAD, The Hubs

Yep, I’ve been missing. However, my bestie from the westie has been in town since Thursday, and we’ve been celebrating, catching up, and staying up way too late.

The celebrating has been for good reason also.

Tomorrow is my birthday. In fact, I will be:

I have reached the point where I welcome it. My twenties were good. However, they were not all good. But…for the most part good. I’m ready for 30.

Turning 30 has also brought this into my life:

My new tattoo. And that’s a shitty photo, but there it is. A peony (which reminds me of my grandmother’s front yard) and a marigold, the birth flower for October (for Abby…and my grandma). Below it is “Fig. 10-27,” for their shared birthday. Zach at Uptown Tattoo did it. The hubs got it for me for my birthday. And I couldn’t love it more. I was always apprehensive about getting a tattoo on my arm, because I’d have to love it. And I am in love. I almost feel complete having it. Does that sound weird? Oh well.

So – that’s where I’ve been. :) I’ll be absent for a bit more…work’s been insane and it’s my birthday week, so I have an excuse. :)

Hope everyone is having an awesome September!

Fresh baby.

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Posted 09 Sep 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, other people are awesome, RAD

I hope she doesn’t mind, but I want to welcome to the world my new pseudo-nephew…Atlas.

I’m so excited/proud/giddy for one of my bestest friends. Atlas decided he needed to come out head and hand first, just like Abby. I’m sure they’ll be BFFs. No doubt.

Progress. Sort of.

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Posted 01 Sep 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category marriage, motherhood, TheRapists

I haven’t really talked much about my escapades with therapy. It seems really personal, but at the same time I like being able to tell people that things DO get better. So I have to talk about it in some context.

There are a lot of things I talk about in therapy that I won’t talk about here though. Personal stuff is just that. PERSONAL. And it will more than likely stay that way.

I will say this: I don’t feel depressed anymore. I haven’t for a while. I don’t know if it’s because I have so much going on that I don’t really have time to dwell on things anymore, or if I’ve “gotten over” or worked through the issues I had that were depressing me, or if I’m just…you know…better.

However, my therapist was right when she said I have anxiety issues. I have had no less than 10 panic attacks in the past month, some of a lesser degree than others, triggered sometimes by things I do not understand. Three out of seven days a week I get “anxiety stomach” and try REALLY hard to make it go away. Usually it just has to on it’s own. She says I’m so maxed out with my anxiety that it really doesn’t take much to send me into an attack. And that is SO true.

Most recently, I had my dear friend (who is like, WEEKS away from having a baby) over for dinner. I didn’t see it coming, but just seeing her so pregnant made my heart race. Then we were on the couch talking labor and baby stuff…enter full blown anxiety attack. (Even recounting the situation right now is making me light headed.) I mentioned this to my therapist. By “mentioned,” I mean I got loud and talked fast and pretty much needed a paper bag to calm down. Next session (which won’t be for a couple of weeks) we’re going to talk about EVERYTHING. My whole pregnancy and labor will be discussed. And…I’m glad. I know that I need to work through my anxiety surrounding it so that when/if we want to have another baby I won’t have to be committed. The thought of having to talk about it all is making my heartrate go up.

::deep breaths::

So that’s where I stand. I’m better in some respects, and maybe worse in others. But I’m dealing. And I’m working on it. And so far, without medication. I will say I kind of wish I could be on something so I could avoid the anxiety stomach I get, but being without medication is also nice.

Stay tuned.

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