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Posted 29 Nov 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, toddler business

Whoops. I did that thing where I got writers block and then all the sudden it’s been a month since I posted.

‘Tis the season for lots of family and friends and activities and anxiety.

Let’s not call this a comeback, as LL Cool J might. Lord knows I said that before and then I vanished again.

Anyway – CATCH-UP! In LIST VERSION!

Abby had like, four birthday parties, partially due to the fact that her great-great-grandfather (the hubs’ grandpa) passed away close to her birthday weekend. The hubs’ parents wanted to be there for him and so they missed her original birthday party. So she had a party at daycare, a party at our house the night of her birthday, a party that weekend, and then another party the following weekend. In between those parties, her great-great-grandfather was laid to rest. He loved her so dearly, it was sad to see him go.
HALLOWEEN! This guurrrlll can trick or treat like nobody’s business. I think mostly she liked ringing doorbells since she was ringing them even when the person was standing right there. She got a crapload of candy which I immediately devoured all instances of KitKats and Reese’s peanut butter cups. Whoops. Whatever. I paid for her costume. That was the fee.
This past month has been a vocabulary whirlwind for lil’ Abbers. Along with that has come some moments of stuttering that can be alarming at times, but usually it gets better, and then she’s got like, 10 more words in her vernacular. She just starting using the word “because” in sentences which may be the cutest thing ever.
She’s started having nightmares about spiders being in/on her blankie, which results in her waking in a crying, screaming panic. Eeek. Something tells me this is somehow my fault. Since GETTHEEFFAWAYFROMMESPIDERSIHATEYOU. I also kind of tickle her pretending to be a spider (which I thought would make her less afraid (my dad did the same)), but maybe it’s making things worse. Regardless, she wakes up and then ends up in our bed. F minus.
I’ve decided I’ve have enough of toting bottles to my parents house and also HAVING A TWO YEAR OLD STILL DRINKING BOTTLES. She only gets one at night, before bed, before tooth brushing, before sleep. I’m too worried about doing this cold turkey and being without her consent, so I decided the “Bottle Fairy” will visit our house over the weekend. We’ll pack all of Abby’s bottles up and put them in a bag under the Christmas tree (yeah, it’s been up for over a week now AND WHAT) and the Bottle Fairy will take them with her and leave a present behind. I heard it’s stickers. Shhhh. We told Abby last night that this was happening, and she seemed excited. (Also I don’t know if she knew what all this really means. I think she only heard “present.”)

Ahhh, so that’s what’s happened in the past month. Also Thanksgiving. But obviously that was just food.

Next post will be a shit-ton of photos from the last month. Hopefully it won’t be Christmas by the time those are up.

Monday years old.

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Posted 27 Oct 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, motherhood, paparazzi

Today, Abigail turned two. Or as she would like to have you know, “Monday.”

For the last few weeks we’ve been asking her how old she’s going to be, or how old she is…the answer is always “Monday.”

We don’t understand why, but that’s the way it is.

So to my lovely ladybug, the love of my life, my sunshine on cloudy days…

…I’m so happy to be the mama of a little girl who’s Monday.

Holy crap. This is really happening.

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Posted 26 Oct 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, motherhood, paparazzi

So, we made this transition last night.

The toddler rail went on the crib.

Abby had started this new life plan which included waking up anytime between 1 am and 4 am crying, DEMANDING to go into our room and sleep in our bed. I would try to just hold her in her room, or rock her in the chair in the corner, but no good. Hysterical, gag-crying, screaming “GO RIGHT DERRRR!” while pointing to our bedroom. And it’s 2:17 in the morning. And I’m totally fucking tired. So, YES. PLEASE SLEEP IN OUR ROOM IF IT MEANS I CAN SLEEP RIGHT NOW. PLZTHX.

Yeah. That got old. And fast. So during her two year wellness check yesterday**, her doctor recommended we try a toddler bed. Maybe she just doesn’t like the whole ‘behind bars’ thing. I get that. Who wants to sleep while constantly fearing becoming someone’s bitch and making sure you don’t drop the soap? Granted, I don’t think she’s aware of those kinds of fears, but I’m sure there’s some toddler-equivalent to frightening prison situations. Like not being able to watch Mickey Mouse whenever or being forced to use a binkie with “ackies” on it. Or child labor.

When I got home from work yesterday I swapped the crib rail for the toddler rail, and waited for the hubs to get home with Abbers. He had told her we had a surprise for her, and when she got in the room and saw it…it was nothing but smiles and squeals and proclamations that “it’s boootiful!!” “BIG GIRL BED!!!!1!!1!”

It was a huge success. The rest of the evening she sat in her bed demanding we bring her books so she could lay and look at them in her big girl bed. We gladly obliged.

She slept through the night in her new bed.

**Yeah, my kid is going to be two. TOMORROW. What? Like, WTF. She moved into the “Older Toddlers” room today at daycare too. I’m pretty sure tomorrow she’s going to start stealing my makeup and planning trips to the mall with her girlfriends AND MOM PLEASE DON’T EMBARRASS ME LIKE THAT. That’s all happening tomorrow. When she turns two. This is all happening too fast. Someone hand me a bottle of wine.

It is fall.

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Posted 17 Oct 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, paparazzi

Yo Gabba Gabba Live: Check.

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Posted 16 Sep 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, other people are awesome, paparazzi, RAD

Last night, the hubs, Abbers and I went to see Yo Gabba Gabba live. It was pretty freaking awesome if I do say so myself.

When it started, Abby didn’t really know what the hell was going on. She started crying and saying, “Go home, Mama! Go outside!” I just kept saying, “Hold on! I swear it’s going to be awesome in like, 10 seconds! Just hang in there!” And then it DID get awesome and then it was total awe and zoned-out staring and OMGTHISISTHECOOLESTTHINGEVER. I finally set her down in the aisle to dance and that’s when she was totally sold.

They took what seemed like the longest intermission EVAR (which in reality was like, 20 minutes) and the whole time, Abby kept asking, “More Gabba Gabba? More?!” And when it finally came back on she was a dancing, smiling lady. I don’t think she’s ever had more fun. In the bath later in the evening, she played with her Yo Gabba Gabba tub toys and yelled “YO GABBA GABBA LIVE!!!” for the duration of her bath.

Highlights of the evening (for me, of course) included seeing LESLIE HALL (love her), Biz Markie & Biz’s beat of the day, realizing I knew the words to EVERY SINGLE SONG, and last but definitely not least, finally meeting my internet friend Melissa. We’ve been web-pals since The Bump and had our chit’lins within days of each other. We live like, 15 miles away from each other? Never ONCE have we met. We got to meet each other’s families and I finally got to meet her adorable daughter Olive (that name was on my list. The hubs said no. LOVE. THAT. NAME). I’m so SO glad we finally met. It’s time for playdates and little girl friendships. STAT. And maybe our kids can hang out together too.

Here’s a few pictures from last night and your pal and mine, Instagram.