Santa is coming tomorrow. As is a huge snowstorm.
So I may be absent for a while.
So I may be absent for a while.
Or…if I’m snowbound, there may be a ridiculous number of posts.
Only time will tell.
In the meantime, happy holidays.
Archive for the ‘paparazzi’ Category
A snowstorm and a holiday.
Posted 23 Dec 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, paparazzi
Category Abigail, blog bidnass, paparazzi
You’re all screwed.
Momma got a new camera.
Abby’s not amused.
Maybe someday she’ll smile and we’ll get it on film.
I can’t clean like this.
Posted 20 Dec 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, house stuffs, paparazzi
Category Abigail, baby business, house stuffs, paparazzi
One foot on the bouncy chair, making it go. This make cleaning virtually impossible. Unless you call blogging about not being able to clean “cleaning.”
We’re having a decent sized Christmas party on Friday night for our friends, and our house looks like the setting for the latest apocalypse movie. (2012? Yeah, our living room was the backdrop.) I can’t hold Abby cause that’s pissing her off. The moby isn’t an option. Apparently, sleep is SO 2 days ago.
But how can I get upset with a face like this?
1 month old.
Posted 28 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, paparazzi
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.
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.
