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How to make a three year old happy.
Posted 14 Jan 2013 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, motherhood, RAD, toddler business
Category Abigail, motherhood, RAD, toddler business
Best Friends.
Posted 25 Sep 2012 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, motherhood, other people are awesome, paparazzi, RAD, toddler business, uncategorized
Category Abigail, motherhood, other people are awesome, paparazzi, RAD, toddler business, uncategorized
This weekend, my bestie Martini was in town. We had plenty of things to take care of while she was here, mostly on the wedding planning front because she’s getting married in about a month. (Eeeee!) And, being the responsible Matron Duchess of Honor that I am, I hadn’t purchased a dress yet.
Sidenote: Yes. I am straight out refusing to be called a Matron of Honor because it sounds like I’m 50. Nothing against 50-year-olds, but EFFING YUCK.
So, we shopped (I found my dress and I want to wear it all the time), we drank, we stayed up late and laughed and told stories…it was just the break I needed from reality. She is by all means my best friend, my sister, and one of the few people in life that knows me to my core.
At the same time, I have a new best friend. I knew we would be at some point, but when she said it my heart burst out of my chest only to swallow me whole. She said it once while we were shopping with Auntie Martini on Sunday, and again last night while we were falling asleep in her bed.
“Mama? You’re my best friend.”
I know she’s only 2 (a month away from being 3), and that this feeling she has for me may not last forever, but it is one of the most wonderful things I could ever imagine her saying to me. I hope she does always think of me as her best friend. She will always be mine. (As long as Martini doesn’t mind sharing the title.)
(Thanks for reading! And if you’re interested, I have a new post over at MamaPop – “The 64th Annual Emmys: An Evening Of Fabric Thievery And Ocular Fashion Assault“)
Brain dump.
Posted 20 Aug 2012 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, marriage, motherhood, paparazzi, TheRapists, toddler business
Category Abigail, marriage, motherhood, paparazzi, TheRapists, toddler business
I want to have a real, awesome post that makes all sorts of sense and is hilarious, but my brain is in the process of trying to straighten itself out right now, so you’re stuck with this. My bad.
- Tomorrow morning I have an appointment to see my psycho-theRapist. It’s supposed to just be a check-in, but I’ve decided I’ve had enough of the crazy pills. I’ve been doing so very well lately, and because of this, I’ve been forgetting to take my pills. Like, I think the last time I took one before I remembered to this evening was on Friday morning. Now? I’ve got the head-spins and feel loopy. I don’t want to feel this way because I’m NOT taking something. So, it’s time to start the descent.
- Abby is on day 4 of potty training. She’s doing really really well so far. Only a couple accidents today, and a FULL ON REQUEST to go poo-poo on the potty. (And she did.) This is just so awesome to see her able to take charge of something that SHE has control over. We have our final weekend away this weekend (THANK GOD), so we’ll be doing a 5 hour car ride with her sans diapers. This, for the most part, scares the shit out of me. But I know she can do it. I know she will have accidents. This is all part of learning. And I cannot WAIT until she has got it down.
- We celebrated our dear friends’ wedding this past weekend in lovely Brainerd, MN. I was Tory’s personal attendant and never had more fun being someone’s bitch. (I keed Tory, I’ll be your bitch anytime.) It was an awesome locale and Tory (and Brandon) did a great job with the decor and plans. There was a slight mishap with a golf-cart later in the evening that left one friend needing 20 stitches to the face and another with a broken clavicle (yeah, I don’t think anyone wants to hear the details of that drunken joyride), but beyond that and a little rainstorm prior to the ceremony, the weekend went off without a hitch. Here’s a photo of our crazy group of friends, courtesy of Lisa Quinlan Photography:
Yeah, I’m totally getting my ass chewed on. We’re professional drinkers, we are. I also apparently have no fear of making an fool of myself and got full on ERMAGERD.
That’s all for now. I’m being summoned for round two of get Abbers to sleep.
My kingdom for a free weekend at home.
Posted 18 Jul 2012 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category house stuffs, marriage, motherhood, toddler business
Category house stuffs, marriage, motherhood, toddler business
This week marks the beginning of a six week period of time where I will not rest my head at home on any Friday or Saturday nights. Six weekends of being away from home. Six weeks of unpacking and repacking suitcases and duffel bags, restocking travel shampoos and on certain weekends, kissing Abby goodbye for a few days.
Don’t get me wrong – not one of the weekends I’d skip. They’re all full of family, friends, weddings, anniversaries, birthdays and MOTHER EFFING BLOGHER IN NYC (I’ll try to save that for another post, because the internet isn’t annoyed enough with all that already). It’s just insane to me, that yet again, the hubs and I can say “We’re not making any plans this summer! Let’s relax!” in April and then suddenly every plan was made within the next six weeks. OH THE IRONY.
In my mind, this is all the ultimate test of my anxiety and whether or not I have it under control. I mean, for most people sans crazy problems, this sort of social schedule would throw half of them over the edge. Me? I’m already losing sleep. NOT GETTING PANICKY, LET’S NOT PANIC…just not sleeping well. Which sucks. And then tends to make me more anxious. And then I go to BlogHer and my anxiety almost kills me to the point where I almost vomit and shit myself at a table of 20 bloggers ON MY FIRST NIGHT THERE…<wraspy fast breathing> OH WAIT. That was last year.
I forgot I’m not talking about #blogher12. And I also forgot this isn’t Twitter. (Which, PS. If you don’t follow me on the Twitters yet, you totes should. I’m there way more often than I am here.)
And since it’s been over 2 weeks since I posted last, here’s what I’ve been up to:
- Painting the exterior of our house & garage. (NOT FUN) (buy our house)
- Getting a new garage door hung (buy our house)
- Hauling rocks out of our backyard where a kennel once stood. (buy our house)
- And general toddler business, like trying to potty-train and re-sleep train Abbers. (buy our house)
Did you see what I did there? It’s called “Shitty subliminal blogger messaging.” Don’t you suddenly feel like buying my house? I thought so. LUCKY YOU – we’re planning on putting it on the market early this fall! Hence the painting and rock hauling and caring about garage doors. Mama needs more space and if we’re planning on adding another germ-magnet to the family (NO I’M NOT PREGNANT, MOM) we need more usable space. And a better school district. And a two car garage. And three million dollhairs. And a McDonald’s Coke machine in my kitchen. You know, typical wishlist items for the possible “forever home.”
So that’s me in a nutshell. I’m going to try to get a few more posts in here after each weekend of madness so you can follow along with all the fun. But we all know what a half-assed blogger I am. I make and break promises like Justin Bieber influences lesbian style around the world.
image courtesy of wwtdd.com
T’was a holiday weekend.
Posted 29 May 2012 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category motherhood, toddler business
Category motherhood, toddler business
The hubs, Abbers and I spent the holiday weekend at my parents home in Wisconsin. We were able to spend three and a half days there, and the weather for the most part cooperated.
Being at their home feels so much more…home-y to me, and I didn’t even grow up in that home. In fact, I never even lived there. But there’s something about it that just resonates family and togetherness. And that’s exactly what this weekend was about – breakfasts together at the kitchen island, drawing together in chalk on the driveway, and playing in the backyard.
Our home has these things, but they just don’t give me that feeling. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m with my parents – my family – that gives it that feeling. I only see them once a month or two, so it makes long weekends like this one that much more special. Having Abby there makes the time even more important to me. She loves her grandparents and loves the space their house and yard provide her. Nothing makes me happier than seeing her interact with them.
Even more awesome was taking her to the Memorial Day parade in my home town, where we watched the high school marching band perform (the same band I was in) – and sharing that with Abby. I started out cheering for them, but then noticed they weren’t marching with the colorguard (which is what I was in during marching season) – when I began yelling “WHERE’S THE COLORGUARD?! WHERE’S THE TWIRLING FLAGS?!” The people on the curb next to us were laughing at first, but then seemed concerned about my dire need to see the ladies and their flags. I was close to asking shouting at the band director (who was the same as was my band director 15 years ago) where the hell they were, but he seemed totally indifferent about even being there, so I let it go. The last time I saw him was a couple years ago, getting drunk at the same bar I was. Awwwkkkwwaarrddd.
I didn’t really take any pictures this weekend, save a couple of a kick-ass storm that blew through on Saturday night. I didn’t even take the fancy camera out of it’s fancy camera bag. While pictures of the weekend would have been nice, it’s almost nicer knowing that those images are in my mind and are mine alone, to recall and cherish and keep secret.
