tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56546012041240583972012-02-16T16:18:26.251-08:00Two precious little girls as seen though the eyes of their mama...Jennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00284959525352524884noreply@blogger.comBlogger1271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654601204124058397.post-31402794761589631282009-11-03T20:53:00.000-08:002009-11-03T21:03:35.236-08:00

So much has happened since my last post.There are things that you talk about on a blog, and things that you don't. There are things that I will be able to share publicly one day, but for now, the details will have to remain unknown. This July, I made the very difficult decision to remove myself and my daughters from an abusive situation. The last few months have been a challenge, a roller coaster

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Yeah, it was two months ago, but wouldn't you rather see the pictures now than never?

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A few fabulous ladies, like Rae Ann and Juli, have done this interview with their little girls, and I thought I'd see what Ariel's answers would be...1. What is something I always say to you?"I don't know. Can you tell me? Ummm... that you love me."2. What makes me happy?"love"3. What makes me sad?"not coming here" (like when she doesn't come when I call her)4. How do I make you laugh?"scream

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When Ariel was a toddler, I started recording every word she could say, along with how she said it. I stopped on the day she turned 18 months. Here's her list:Cookie: “coo-kee”HotBanana: “mee-mee”Movie: “moo-ee”Potty: “pah-ee”Ariel: “Ah-I”Pee (her “girly parts”)Felicity: “Fiffy” “Fissy” “Foofy”Chair: “tee”Clip: “pip”Water: “waa-oh”BubbleMeOn (used when asking to turn the fan on)Horsey: “Hee”

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My childhood best friend had a bridal shower on Saturday, and Ariel came with me. It wasn't really a child-friendly event (a lingerie shower), but she begged to go ("I want to be late for Miss Katie, too!"), so I called to see if it was okay and threw her in the car last-minute. She made the hour-long drive so much more enjoyable, and I kept telling her how glad I was that she was with me.After

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If you were constantly discovering new foods, how would you describe them?Ariel told us last night that her oven roasted turkey tasted like apples.The burritos we had for lunch - stuffed with leftover ham hock and black bean soup, cooked down to a thick, savory sauce - smelled like flowers.Tonight's French toast tasted like ice cream.I can't wait to see what she comes up with next!

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A few weeks ago, Ariel woke up and hurried to the breakfast table, where she found leftover cornbread.Ariel: Mmmm! Yummy cornbread! It's yummy!Me: It is yummy!Ariel: Mmmm, yummy! [suddenly serious] W-we eat cornbread with our mouths, an-and not with our bottoms.I honestly have no idea where that came from.****************************************Ariel and I were sitting in the big armchair, and

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Me: Good job using the potty, Ariel!Ariel: Tank you, Mommy. Tank you for clapping me.

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Felicity's first birthday was last Saturday, the 9th. It was a lot of fun!I really wanted to make the party something special, so I came up with the idea of decorating the table with ribbons and photographs.I also hung ribbons from the chandelier and from Felicity's high chair, and I used a doll cradle to hold her gifts. I thought the final look was very cute. It was also cheap - each spool of

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Me: [singing] Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea...Ariel: Mommy? You all done?Me: Do you want me to be all done?Ariel: Yeah.Me: Oh, okay.Ariel: Uhhh you uhhh sing uhhh.... lots of days!Me: I sing lots of days? I sing a lot?Ariel: Yeah! You sing a lot!

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Felicity was fussing in her high chair, so I pulled her out, set her on the floor, and gave her a sippy cup.From the other room, Ariel ran in, gave Felicity her favorite stuffed bear, and ran back as quickly as she'd come."That was so nice of you Ariel!" I praised. "You gave Felicity her bear!""Huh?" Ariel called."You brought Felicity her bear! That was so nice! You made her happy!""What,

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For Ariel, we got her handprint and footprint put into ceramic professionally - 3 times, at 6 weeks, 6 months, and 1 year. We didn't want 6 ceramics lying around, but we didn't want to only spend money to preserve Ariel's precious babyness, and not Felicity's, so Dan came up with this idea:This beautiful pastel was drawn by artist Li Tie in a mere 20 minutes. Amazingly, it was done from a live,

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"Can you put the spray with the laundry?" I asked her.

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I looked up a moment ago, after a few minutes of blog-reading. to discover that Ariel had left the room.I walked into the kitchen and there she was, standing in the middle of the floor. She was holding one of her colored pencils, and she looked guilty."Hey, bud!" I said."I's lookin' for no-no's.""Oh, really? What no-no's are you looking for?""Lookin' for no-no's." She turned away and raised

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Ariel asked me to put Felicity in the doll cradle with her. Here's what happened.

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Last week, at Mike's Drive-In:"Bite, mommy?""Okay, here you go."[I give Ariel a bite of my chocolate Oreo milkshake]"Is it yummy?"[She pats the spot in front of her with her palm]"Put right here on table?"Nice try, cutie! You're not getting it all!...........Two days ago, as I held her in my lap, wearing a low-cut dress:[Ariel pokes my chest]"One! Two! Two boobs! One... one, two! Two boobs!"

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Ariel's new thing is to pour water out of her Sigg bottle and play with it, which she knows is not okay. She was playing with some stacking cups a few minutes ago, and I warned her, "Don't pour your water into the cups!"A few minutes later, there was water in the cups and on the carpet."Ariel! I told you no! No putting your water in the cups! That's naughty! Can you say sorry?"She looked at

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Ariel's birthday was Tuesday, and her birthday party was yesterday. We borrowed the clubhouse at our apartment complex for the occasion, and invited a few cutie pies to party with our little girl.The guest were Stella, Ivy, and Luna, and their parents were allowed along too, of course! Grandma also decided to come join the fun!We pushed the couches back to the walls to create a big area for

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I went to take Ariel to the potty recently, and, to keep Felicity entertained, I propped her up on the Boppy "tummy time" style. I placed a stuffed animal in front of her, so that she would have something to play with/chew on.When I came back a couple minutes later, this is what I found.Have I mentioned that she'll be 6 months old on Saturday?Geez Louise. I can't believe it.

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That's right! We put her in panties on Tuesday night, and she's been doing great! No nighttime leaks, and only a few daytime accidents, when we lost track of time and didn't take her to the potty soon enough.I'm so excited - and not just because it will mean fewer diapers. I can't help being so happy for her as she learns new skills and grows. It's like experiencing childhood all over again.

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I woke up this morning at, oh, 6:30 (well, I woke up earlier than that, but I went back to bed because dang it, I was tired!). Anyway, I woke up at 6:30 to the sound of Ariel wailing."Cup! Cup!"My first thought was, My daughter is being ridiculous and she needs to be quiet.But then I thought, What if she's really thirsty? I would hate to make her lie there and be thirsty until 8.So I got up,

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"I scared mommy!""You're scared of mommy?""Hmm!""Don't be scared of mommy!""I scared Ariel!""Don't be scared of Ariel!""I scared daddy!""Don't be scared of daddy!""I scared Foofy!""Don't be scared of Felicity! You don't need to be scared! You can be brave!""[Whine] I scared brave!"

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Here's a precious video that Dan took two days ago! They say it's easier to learn things through song than just speaking them aloud, but I think at this age it's easier the other way around...

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Because I can't handle how cute it is. And I don't think you'll be able to handle it, either. It's just too much.

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Remember this post in which I told you that Ariel had asked about Dan's absence? It's not cute anymore.There are two versions. And they both start the same way."Mommy?""What?""Mommy?""What, Ariel?""Mommy?""What do you need?"You see, I have to say, "I'm Mommy." If I don't say that exact phrase, she will keep saying Mommy.The moment that the correct answer is out of my mouth, she says, "Daddy?"

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Hey, all! In case you haven't noticed, I put a "feed" (for those of you who don't know, a feed is a continually updating list of blog posts) for Makeshift Mama at the top of this page, so instead of posting to let you know every time there's something over there, you can just glance at the feed to see if you've missed anything. I want to draw special attention to today's MM post, though, because

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What happens when you humor a toddler for several minutes straight? Today, I found out.I went into my bedroom to change out of my pajamas this morning. Ariel followed, and, when I went to change my top, she started whining and trying to remove her shirt, too."Help? Help? Shirt?""No, Ariel, let's leave your shirt on.""No! [whine] Help! Shirt!"Why am I so quick to say no? I thought. What's

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As some of you may have noticed from reading yesterday's post, receiving gifts for the girls has become a stressful subject in our little family. With limited space and a vague desire for order, Christmas and birthdays can feel like sabotage.RaeAnn (I talk about her a lot, huh? Yeah. That's cuz she's awesome.) suggested that I make a gift registry for the girls on MyRegistry.com. So I did.I'm

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New post over here.

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Come over here:

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Come read all about it!

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Come on over to my new food blog - Makeshift Meals - for this week's Tasty Tuesday post!

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Come on over to Makeshift Mama for my award-winning (?) Christmas poetry!

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Ariel is working on the concept of plurals. She is putting "s" after words (think "two mens") and referring to anything greater than one as "two."Lately she has been saying, "Daddy, Mommy! Two Mommies!" We've been trying to tell her that she does not have two mommies, but the accusation continues.I hope this doesn't last too long...

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Come on over!

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From the moment I typed in the name of this blog, I knew that it wasn't what I wanted it to be long-term. It's one thing to emphasize my kids, but to leave myself out entirely? This blog is more than just updates and pics, and I WANT it to be more. So I've been playing with the idea of coming up with a more fitting name for awhile, and I've finally got it.So I'm starting a new blog. But I'm

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Take at least 20 of them.They're busy little buggers, are they not?

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One of the most frustrating things about cooking rice in a saucepan is how often it turns out soggy. I learned a trick a few months back that has allowed me to make perfect, fluffy rice every time!The trick is simple: as soon as your rice is done cooking, remove it from the hot burner and place a folded dish towel beneath the lid. Leave it there until you have all the food on the table and are

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It's soup weather, and Dan and I recently enjoyed one of my personal favorites.I made this soup for the first time when I worked at David's Bridal. In the midst of the crazy fast-paced world that is the bridal business, I spent my half-hour lunches sipping this soup all week and reading In Praise of Slowness.In Praise of Slowness: Challenging the Cult of Speed (Plus)Those breaks were like a

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Welcome to the S____s' 1st annual online Christmas letter! We're so glad you made it! Now you may be asking yourself: Is this some newfangled attempt to reduce waste, save trees, and defeat commercialism by forgoing conventional Christmas cards, or is it just Jenni's way of getting out of having to address 50 envelopes?Well, I like to think of it as both. There are few things as valuable, in

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I looked down during dinner today to see Felicity happily munching on a piece of toilet paper. Apparently Dan had grabbed it to kill a bug with, then changed his mind and used the dust buster instead. He had set the toilet paper down on the counter, and, when I walked by bringing the food to the table, the breeze I created was enough to blow it down onto Felicity's baby seat. The ecstatic grin

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Call me a nerd, but this ranks as one of the coolest things I have ever seen.

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I like my chocolate.Oh yes, I do.It's second only to my cheddar cheese, and even then, there are days when the chocolate wins. And since I can't HAVE my cheddar cheese, chocolate has taken a prominent place in my life.Of course, most chocolate bars and such contain milk, so I'm pretty much limited to Oreo cookies (which i don't do often because I consume them SOOOO fast), Ghirardelli semi-sweet

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As I got ready for work this morning, I heard Ariel crying "Mommy!" So I went in to get her up."What is it, Ariel? Did you call me? What do you need?""Uh... Daddy?""Daddy's at work.""Uh wuh wuh home?""He'll be home later, sweetie.""Uh wuh wuh wuh soon?"Neither of us are much liking his absence. We've been pretty spoiled. Dan's school schedule has allowed him to be home much of the day some

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About a month ago, maybe two, I was lamenting to my husband and my cousin how frustrated I was with my laundry situation. You see, I am one of those people who actually enjoys doing the laundry a little bit, but Ariel was making it impossible for me to take pleasure in it. Every time I would sit down to fold, she would rush to ransack my piles and drag clean laundry all over the house, which

Jennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00284959525352524884noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654601204124058397.post-21186797624394296202007-12-11T18:50:00.000-08:002007-12-11T18:58:46.053-08:00

So, I was reading back over my post about getting my computer, and there, glaring in the middle of it, was a paragraph that made Dan sound like a total control freak. And he's not.So I guess I just badmouthed him to the whole internet.You see, while he does generally decide what is on the computer, that is largely because I never say what I want. And I never say what I want largely because most

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I think most people have a special place in their heart for their mom's cookies. Dan is an extreme example of this. I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that she's not here to make them, but it's also largely because her cookies are just so dang good. Every once in awhile, I get a hankering for MY mom's cookies, and when I express my intention to make them, he is always baffled."Why

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Last night, for dinner, I made this. It was fantastically mouthwateringly scrumptious.Tonight, I made the unique burrito recipe here. It was pretty good, too! And it was great because I happened to have everything on-hand and could make it in half an hour when the hunger pangs started coming and I didn't have a good dinner plan. Well, I HAD a good dinner plan, but the girls kinda stopped me

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My own computer! MMM-HMM!Dan and I have been talking about getting another computer for probably about a month now. We fight over our desktop a lot, and the laptop is an inferior machine that has been having a lot of problems (like the screen going black, for instance).He likes to play World of Warcraft, so he needs the good computer for that, leaving me with the crappy one. But I think that

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I gotta participate... I just gotta.... so I'm reposting this favorite:I gave this recipe to Mom a couple weeks ago, and she called today and told me that she was making it for the gang tonight. I talked to her again after the meal, and she said that everyone enjoyed it a lot and that she intended to make it for company - the true test of a good recipe! Since they seemed to enjoy it as much as we

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That's my little girl.At lunch today, I gave her some cheese."Crack?"I brought her a few crackers."Bean?""What, Ariel?""Ummmm... bean?"I don't feed her plain beans, and have never heard her refer to any food as "bean," so I asked, "What's bean?""I-it's icky."Oh, okay. I can see why you would want it then...............................................Ariel has learned her ABC's.That's not all

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Today is the Works-For-Me Wednesday "What Do I Fix?" Edition! We are supposed to share our best last-minute meal recipe.This is definitely one of my top eat-in-five-minutes meals - the Lady Ida's Prize. It is my take on an open-faced sandwich by the same name made by The Truffle Hunter, a restaurant on Powell Boulevard that my family used to go to every couple years as a special treat. Dan

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Personally, I think that this dish is positively fabulous! Dan thinks it's good, but he's not as gung-ho as I am, and it's unique enough that I don't make it more than once a season. But it's delicious, and it tastes decadent, though it's actually rather healthy.It has come to my attention that "real" food blogs have pictures, so this time I brought along my sexy new camera, so that I could

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It seems like I spend so much more time talking about Ariel on this blog than Felicity, because there isn't really as much going on with Felicity comparatively. So, for today's post, I thought I'd show you all two of my favorite recent shots of her. She may not DO much, but she sure is cute while she does it!

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First of all, let me just say that this Baby Blues pretty much sums up my life right now.Over the last few days, Felicity has started giving kisses! When I lean in to kiss her, she tilts her head forward and opens her mouth in a sweet little baby kiss. It's so precious! There is nothing quite like a kiss from a 3-month-old...Oh, and I've come to terms with my hair. It just took a little

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Around the house, that is. Today I did lots of exciting things that used to not be so exciting.I did lots of laundry. And I folded it ALL. Well, there are still sheets in the dryer, but I folded 4 loads of laundry, so close enough.I kept all my counters clean and wiped down all day long. Granted, I didn't make dinner, but that's still amazing. Besides which, I DID make energy bars! They are

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Today is the end of NaBloPoMo and of my hair, but yesterday was the beginning of Christmas, so I guess it evens out. Allow me to elaborate.As you may recall, I took a challenge on November 1st to blog every day for this month. It has been difficult at times, and not all posts have been literary gems, but in the end it was an awesome experience.This month saw the beginning of my participation in

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Jump for joy! I have begun the process of entering and back-dating posts from my old blog. Many of you may recall that I had a blog before this one. It was abandoned for two reasons: the title included the size of our family, which has changed, and it used our last name, which may not be the brightest decision ever. Although I'm sure that it wouldn't be terribly difficult for any potential

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Now that I'm a mom of two kids under 2, it's harder than ever to go to the grocery store. At the same time, I've lost so many brain cells over the past 2 years (you know, the ones that die during pregnancy and 2:00am feedings?) that I find myself doubling back through the same grocery aisles over and over again. And when I finally get home and start unpacking, I realize that I've forgotten some

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I gave this recipe to Mom a couple weeks ago, and she called today and told me that she was making it for the gang tonight. I talked to her again after the meal, and she said that everyone enjoyed it a lot and that she intended to make it for company - the true test of a good recipe! Since they seemed to enjoy it as much as we do, I thought it would be appropriate to share it with all y'all

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This morning, Ariel swiped my cell phone from where it was resting on the arm of the recliner while I nursed Felicity. "Give it back, Ariel! Give the phone to Mommy!" I commanded. She glared at me angrily and threw the phone, which smacked Felicity in the head. At my request, Dan took her into her room and placed her in the playpen for a Time Out.Perhaps thirty seconds later, we heard a

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Today, I asked Ariel if she wanted a hot dog or a quesadilla. She cocked her head thoughtfully and replied, "Ummmm.... quesadilla!" I could tell that she meant it, too! By the time we got through the line at Taco Bell, she had shortened it to "quisa." As in, "Mo' quisa? MMMM!"She's saying all kinds of new, bigger words lately, and understanding more than ever! I wish I could think of more of

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The TV is out of the living room.The papers are cleared off the counter.The bread maker is put away.All the pots and pans are clean.I plan to change the sheets tonight.Maybe tomorrow I will finally mop the floor. And plan a trip to New Seasons.But don't hold your breath.

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...this is what you would see.

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Pros:lots of good foodfamilywarm, fuzzy feelingsCons:some of the food I can't eat (although I am very grateful to Mom and Becky for their help!)familypeople asking me what I'm thankful for

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We keep a constant supply of bananas in our home for Dan's protein shakes, which means that, once or twice a month, I manage to bring home a few dozen fruit fly eggs. There are few things more obnoxious than walking into your kitchen in the morning only to be greeted by little black dots swirling around you and alighting from any bit of leftover food that might still be exposed from the night

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I know it's kinda late in the month for this, but I think I'm going to add a themed day to my blog - Tasty Tuesday! If I post it, then it's easy to make, the ingredients are inexpensive, and it has my husband's stamp of approval. This is impressive, because this is a guy who won't settle for anything less than handmade pie crust and micro brews (not together, obviously). Not a

Jennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00284959525352524884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654601204124058397.post-39032737894381342172007-11-19T18:15:00.001-08:002007-11-29T21:11:50.727-08:00

Three times during the past two days, Ariel has brought Rebecca (the aforementioned Big Doll from my childhood) to me and, tugging at her little underpants, has informed me that she (the doll) is poopy. It seems some doll potty training may be in order.. . . . . . . . . . . . .We went to the doctor today. It was our first time with this physician, and Felicity was going in for a

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Today was one of those rare days when Dan and I manage to completely throw off our concept of time by sleeping late, taking naps, sitting around in our pajamas, and eating at odd hours. By about 2 in the afternoon, as we sat in the livingroom, me in the armchair with Felicity and Dan lying on the couch with Ariel, I complained that I wanted coffee, but that we were all out. Since we needed

Jennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00284959525352524884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654601204124058397.post-50349159755459631022007-11-17T23:17:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:48:16.486-08:00

This evening was Dan's company dinner. They gave out gift cards to everyone raffle-style, so it was up in the air what store yours would be to, although the value was the same on all of them.The gift cards were for many stores, including Target, Best Buy, Costco, Sears, and more.Judging from the whooping and hollering, the most coveted cards were to Home Depot and Sportsman's Warehouse. Are you

Jennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00284959525352524884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654601204124058397.post-48243945429608200872007-11-16T19:53:00.000-08:002007-11-29T21:12:34.284-08:00

During dinner tonight, Dan and I were talking and laughing together. Each time we would burst into laughter, Ariel would give a loud, almost weird courtesy laugh, then look straight into my eyes and spit a "raspberry" at me. What in the world? It made us laugh all the harder, of course, which I suppose only reinforced her odd behavior.After dinner, Ariel found my old cell phone and started

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It has become more and more common lately for me to think back on a memory of myself and wonder where in the heck that girl went.You know, the one who parked at the far end of the parking lot because she took pleasure in a long stroll. The one who loved the thrill of inline skating crazy-fast toward the end of a dead-end street and then trying to keep from face-planting in the grass. The one

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Ever since I started thinking about the chemicals in my home, if not before, I've been disturbed by the thought that my dishwashing liquid is full of chlorine.When I was in 9th grade, my science teacher told us a story about when he used to work at a facility that housed chlorine gas, and how he was told that if he ever saw a green cloud creeping along the ground and under the door, he should run

Jennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00284959525352524884noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654601204124058397.post-38805709229326591612007-11-13T21:39:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:49:29.270-08:00

It was the best of days. It was the worst of days.Today felt like a constant striving - sometimes to kick butt, sometimes just not to have a nervous breakdown. Ever have days like that? I think I will describe my day starting with each letter of the alphabet, just to be odd.Ariel was a hysterical little girl today. Between way too many viewings of Elmo and Pooh, she wailed and screamed and

Jennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00284959525352524884noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654601204124058397.post-71564247576708162842007-11-12T23:56:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:50:01.750-08:00

Just 3 minutes to post before midnight! I guess I'll leave all ya'll with a few little tidbits and stream-of-consciousness.marmadukeexplained.blogspot.com - it's funnyalso..... Dan is a good-looking guy.My wassail is yummy, but I need to buy a glass pitcher so I can store it warm without worrying about leeching chemicals.God is awesome.I'm wearing all black today.I love my new pink Razr phone.

Jennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00284959525352524884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654601204124058397.post-74007678198394643102007-11-11T22:30:00.000-08:002007-11-29T21:14:11.328-08:00

Felicity was fussing and chomping on her pacifier today, so I decided to do something to help her in case she was experiencing teething pain. Ariel was napping so I couldn't get to the Tylenol in her room, but I had some homeopathic teething tablets in my diaper bag.They were already dissolving into a thin paste on Felicity's tongue when I remembered that they are made primarily of milk.Oops.The

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I think I am a great candidate for winning the Powerball, aside from the fact that I have never purchased a ticket.When I win the Powerball, I will do an excellent job of handling the money, because I already have it all planned out now! Planning ahead is key to fiscal responsibility.First of all, understand that I will win 320 million dollars. I have already decided this. I told God, and He

Jennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00284959525352524884noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654601204124058397.post-80359639332756272872007-11-09T22:49:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:50:44.732-08:00

Ok, so this is my second post this week that has had "Beauty" in the title. I guess I'm just seeing a lot of beauty all around me lately, in all sorts of places.When I was giving birth to Ariel and I got my epidural, my immediate reaction to the easing pain was to turn and, watching Dan lay sheets down on his bed for the night, rave about the beautiful color of the sheets. Maybe beauty is

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Geez, is it Christmas yet?www.isitchristmas.comGlad to help!

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Okay, so I'm finally getting on the Rocks In My Dryer bandwagon. Today is BACKWARDS DAY for Works-For-Me Wednesday, and I am supposed to ask all ya'll a question.So here it is: how do you care for the teeth of a spastic 20-month-old? At this point, I just give her a tooth brush when she asks for it (which is every couple days), and she chews on it and gives it back. I'm concerned that this may

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Well, she's just about got it!We're missing 1 and 3, but otherwise she's got it down! I am one proud mama!BTW, I don't know why it shows a video camera on here instead of the first frame, but if you click on it, it DOES work!

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Well, we gave in to the pain of picturelessness yesterday and bought a new camera. We got the four year accident coverage warranty, and I have a feeling we won't regret it, considering that our first camera started fritzing out after only one year (in the middle of Ariel's first birthday party, no less!).I LOVE this camera!Neither Dan nor I know the first thing about photography, as you may have

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The Bloggity Meme Of Four(as would be answered Ariel, who was tagged by Stella)Four First Names of Crushes I’ve Had:-Uncle Brian-Cousin Nate-The high schooler in line at All the Perks-I liked any attractive man between the ages of 10 and 30, at least until I was around 15 months old.Four Pieces of Clothing I (Mommy) wish I (Ariel) still owned/fit into:-her denim blue sandals w/ rhinestones on

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...is that blogs are public, which means that they are not always the best place to spill your guts. And on nights like tonight, when I just can't bring myself to be trite and superficial for the sake of my readers, it's hard to know what to type.So here's a recipe for my favorite vegetable soup. Good stuff. Perfect time of year, too, and the ingredients are nice and inexpensive. It probably

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I think I can identify with skydivers.A skydiver does something absolutely terrifying, something that few other people would ever choose to do. He does it, and he takes pleasure in it. I am certain that being a skydiver must carry with it a great sense of pride, to know that you are one of the few who can fly in the face of such fear and choose to do it again and again.Well, does it make me a

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So, Rae Ann signed up for a challenge to blog every day during the month of November, and, like any good younger cousin would do, I am copying her. I should have a working digital camera sometime this week (the new battery is in the mail - hopefully the battery is the problem), so that should make it easier for me to provide entertaining and crazy-cute posts for all y'all. In the meantime,

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Dan has been teaching Ariel to count. He says each number, 1-10, and she repeats it. They both enjoy this a lot, and it has become a special game between them.The other day I opened the cupboard and told Dan, "We have SEVEN cans of tuna!"Dan turned to Ariel. "Ariel, there are SEVEN cans!""Eight!" she exclaimed. That was pretty cool.Then in the car yesterday, Dan was counting with her again:

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We've been having the pleasure of listening to Ariel sing today. I heard her mumble something while getting her down from her highchair, and she followed it with "hey, hey, hey." The "hey"s were evenly spaced, which made me suspect that she was singing something.Then again - "Uh um uh-bar, hey, hey, hey.""Ariel? Are you singing the umbrella song?""Hmm. Uh um uh-bar..."For those of you who

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I just turned to Dan and said, "How about I nurse Felicity and we watch some... whaddayacallit." From her perch in his arms, Ariel called, "Office?" I have no idea how she knew that.Honestly, I am kinda creeped out by this. I mean, we had only mentioned a couple of times this evening that we were going to watch it. We said it to each other in passing, and we hadn't said it immediately before

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...of why I'm still reading every label in the store, and why I don't mind the inconvenience all that much:

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Finally something that tastes almost the same - and almost as good - as it's dairy counterpart! Chocolate Almond Breeze is slightly thinner than real chocolate milk, and it has a light aftertaste that it took me all of 30 seconds to get used to. It's actually good to drink plain! I haven't tried it in coffee, yet, but I'm optimistic! A+

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Sometimes life just seems so overwhelming. Yesterday, I sat in my chair at the orthodontist's office and bawled. I just didn't feel strong enough, brave enough, awake enough.I had slept in bed with Felicity every night for 7 weeks. Add that to a pregnancy that included 1-3 bathroom breaks a night, and it had been many months since I had slept a full 8 hours.My diet restrictions were becoming

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This week, a very special little baby went to go be with Jesus.I'm sorry that I never got to meet you, sweetheart.My heart hurts for your mommy and daddy.We all loved you already.

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I told Ariel to come here, and she came over and said, "I'm here!" I said, "Good job! Yeah, 'I'm here!' That's very good English! Good job talking!"Her response?"Take care! Take care!"Huh...

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I am absolutely terrified of being sick. I started coming down with a cold on Thursday, and since then I've been doing whatever I can think of to keep it from becoming full-blown. I cannot imagine what life would be like around here if I was shuffling around in my pajamas with a wad of Kleenex in my hand, and I don't want to find out.Last month, Ellie started coming down with something, so I

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