tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40623445066984708132024-03-06T04:20:41.082-05:00Life in the Mommyhood.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-82692319363769386092010-06-09T11:16:00.001-04:002010-06-09T11:20:35.992-04:00Muppets and Potty Training...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDkvgPITCcJi4BDFE2MMsGxI9AF3rVAoVc_Khz6ryCYImGnhsH6VbWziwgguIi0NQyzZ0sCEwpkocxHVoJsvNSyBBr840gV-XqtkKzlhzJGCowCJn15M2n7Pxtao2z4uSJy8-QXRvhA8/s1600/15564__elmo_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDkvgPITCcJi4BDFE2MMsGxI9AF3rVAoVc_Khz6ryCYImGnhsH6VbWziwgguIi0NQyzZ0sCEwpkocxHVoJsvNSyBBr840gV-XqtkKzlhzJGCowCJn15M2n7Pxtao2z4uSJy8-QXRvhA8/s320/15564__elmo_l.jpg" /></a></div>So the time has come that I have to try to, at least, start steering Ryan towards using the toilet. I'm not one of those moms that is sad or down about this because it means he is growing up. I just have absolutely no patience for this at this exact moment in my life. I would rather just keep changing diapers. Its predictable and quite frankly, I am really good at it. We have had a bit of success with peeing in his little potty, but we all know that pee diapers aren't the problem. Right???<br />
The thing with Ryan, is that he could care less if his diaper is dirty. He would sit in that thing all day long. This doesn't seem to be the case with Corey. He fusses the minute he is soiled. But we will talk about that in the not so distant future. Because he is a boy and that could change at any moment.<br />
I was shopping for Ryan's birthday present the other day and I stumbled across something that combined mine and Ryan's latest obessession. It's a dvd called, "Elmo Potty Time!" I was like Dang! Who knew muppets crapped??? So I scooped it up and paid $10 in hopes that Elmo could do what mommy hasn't been able to do. Get Ryan in the bathroom. Stay tuned to see if Elmo has anymore luck than I did.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-2744087015113757322010-06-03T12:37:00.000-04:002010-06-03T12:37:33.647-04:00God spoke to me this morning. Now for anyone that knows me, I don't go around subscribing to this kind of stuff. It's not that I don't believe in this. I believe we all have what we need internally, we just need to find the solutions and it isn't going to be as simple as a deep voice from above. For the first time in my life, I am in the midst of a journey. A journey that is testing everything about who I am and will ultimately change who i a becoming. Nothing quick or easy about it. This has been hard. This has been lonely. This has been very very painful. I read a ton a half dozen blogs everyday. They give me insight from the best diaper deals to the struggles of being a mom. Today, I visited one of my favorites and began reading about how mothers in the mormon faith have a true devotion to their kids and how they see it as a calling by God. This got me thinking about how present or not present, I have been in the last few months. Just surviving isn't good enough but it is also where I am. There are only two things that right now can snap me out of self pity and the crying jags that I seem to go on. One is Ryan and one is Corey... <br />
There is something very pure about a conversation with a 3 year old and even more so how those conversations get clearer over night. Oh, and having an infant. Well there is no time for any pity when your feeding, burping, changing, and wiping spit up off your shirt. Often, I do all of these with tears in my eyes.<br />
So? You ask what God said to me? Well while watching a video about a mom who had been badly burned in a crash a huge wave of emotions came over me. She said "She just knew that everything would be okay." Suddenly. I knew too...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-81885398748999621732010-05-31T13:00:00.000-04:002010-05-31T13:00:15.325-04:00Lost AND Found...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgiCApFBUN_azUvOKX28cFDPRi7r7NEzm_1Jt-B926DD3esxvqZwNqDq_Jp4f_XPReUeE8BUl9x-G8GoWhgb2PawgddZbY-a5NtTiba02i1RxJRvHExE1FParAZOO3HIS1lV-V_918iw/s1600/1x04lockesfoot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgiCApFBUN_azUvOKX28cFDPRi7r7NEzm_1Jt-B926DD3esxvqZwNqDq_Jp4f_XPReUeE8BUl9x-G8GoWhgb2PawgddZbY-a5NtTiba02i1RxJRvHExE1FParAZOO3HIS1lV-V_918iw/s320/1x04lockesfoot.jpg" /></a></div>After a week of contemplating it and watching the final episode twice, I am happy to say, that I am still, happy with the ending of LOST. I know that lots and lots of viewers were disappointed. Wanting all the questions of "the island" answered. But that my friends, was never what this show was about. LOST was about being okay with the unanswered questions and in the end realizing, that the show was never about the island in the first place. I could go into all my theories here. All about how the island was a metaphor for all the twists and turns that life throws at us. The crap that tests our faith and makes us wonder if there really is a plan. Or if we are just flailing around, hoping to survive. This show was about people and their connection. If you felt that from the beginning well then, LOST never confused you and you never needed it explained to you on Wednesday morning. You accepted each episode. Without question and without worry. You had faith. If it never quite was there for you. Well then you were living a Jack Shepard life in a John Locke world. (<span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">tsk</span> <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">tsk</span>)<br />
I believe in the journey. I believe that every moment of everything is a means to get there. Notice that I didn't say end? I have never believed in an end. I started watching this show five years ago. Right before what was the biggest turning point in my life. (plane crash) I started going with the flow at that time. Knowing that I needed to let life guide me or I was going to be swallowed up. (smoke monster) I made my choice and chose to survive. I did things, that I am still being told, weren't the right things. (leaving the island) Only to find out it was exactly what I needed to lead me back. (<span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">Ajira</span> 316)<br />
Revelation. Acceptance. Redemption. Letting go...<br />
I am not at all sad that LOST is over. Everything is over eventually and we move on to the next thing. Its the unanswered questions that kill us in the end. They make us tired and they make us worry. Where are we going and when will we get there? Am I making the right choices and will the people that I want there, be there? No matter your beliefs. No matter where you come from. You can't argue that we are all connected. Everything is effected by who we are, good and bad. It may not be logical to think this way. But faith. Faith makes us human. Faith makes us believe there has to be an answer, even with out it being clear and even with out ever seeing it. <br />
I am sorry if some loyal viewers weren't happy with the ending or didn't get it. But ask yourself. Did you ever get it fully? I knew that lots of people didn't get it by the blank stares, I sometimes got when trying to compare the show to great literary works or obscure philosophers. Yep. I am a nerd. But I am connected to a lot of random things that I read.<br />
Lastly. Hats off to great writing and even better acting. I mean come on. These actors will probably be type cast for years to come. Amazing. And even if the show didn't give you the big pay off in the end that it gave me. It successfully had you coming back. It made an hour of TV seem like 10 minutes and just like everything in pop culture these days, it took on a life of its own. I personally love the hoopla surrounding something that really is left up for interpretation. LOST was about people. It was a character driven show and the "island" was just one of the characters. Not unlike other characters that were left unresolved, the island was left unresolved. Hurley stayed behind, perhaps there is another thousand years of story there. Waiting to be told. Maybe his consequences sunk the island? Okay to deep? Not the first time that I have been accused of that. Hey! At least I won't have to try and explain it anymore. But in life. Our world is so inconsequential to what is really important. Our tangible world is just a character not the answer or just the setting. <br />
The journey of LOST moves on and now I can only hope that my latest journey is coming to an end. I definitely feel like I have come to a clearing, but I am not out of the woods yet. Yeah. I could pray for someone to come rescue me and be whisked off to safety. But no one is coming. I have to rescue myself...<br />
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See ya in another life, <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">brotha</span>....<br />
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<span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">Namaste</span>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-21320607361935124142010-05-30T18:19:00.000-04:002010-05-30T18:19:51.945-04:00I realized today that I probably post and respond WAY to much on Facebook. This is solely the fault of my handy dandy "smartphone" that my husband insists that I have. So if you are the the recipient of my posts or comments? I'm sorry. But know this. I love you and find an amazing amount of happiness, in knowing your happy...<br />
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xoxoJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-22974013566754403972010-05-06T10:41:00.000-04:002010-05-06T10:41:12.530-04:00I sit here this morning really down. What a fine line we walk as parents between making a decision based on financial security and emotional happiness. Chris and I are so frustrated that we can hardly speak. After wasting our time with a buyer that obviously had no intentions of paying what we need for our house, we are faced with the huge reality that we might be fooling ourselves to think we can get out of this with anything extra. I regret nothing. (Well maybe the Dairy Queen Blizzard, that I had yesterday out of depression.) We would be be in the exact same position if Chris had never appled for his promotion. Staying here for him would have meant a big cut in pay and the risk of a very unhappy man. So on we went. He left and I stayed behind. To have a baby, to wrangle a 2 year old, to sell a house, and miss what was our perfect little family. We are faced with so many questions today? Questions that, from watching the news, I know we are not alone in making. When is enough enough? Will we know when to throw in the towel and just take what we can and run? Is it okay to go from owning a great house to renting an okay one, so we can be together? There is a lot in the news right now about people having nothing. I mean being bankrupt, no money. We did what we needed to make sure we didn't go under. And we are now staring at the fact that we may have to start over. Everyone is struggling right now. Everyone...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-39145198312133291742010-04-21T17:51:00.000-04:002010-04-21T17:51:15.608-04:00This whole moving thing has been horrible. In fact, I have been living in a perpetual vacuum that last few weeks. Doing nothing but obsessing about moving and crying for Chris. Its not really that deep of a funk. But unbearable for me. None the less. I say everyday. "Blogging will help me. Blogging is therapeutic!!!" But I just don't do it. F it!! I'm back and I will try to stay engaged. HELLO OUT THERE!!!! DOES ANYONE READ THIS!!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-24159748078213947742010-01-30T09:58:00.000-05:002010-01-30T09:58:37.720-05:00Your full of it...Being the mother of two in diapers, 3 dogs, and 2 cats, (I know. I know. WTH?) has brought tremendous amounts of poo into my life. I mean seriously, we should start a fertilizer company. Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-63450076574393934742010-01-24T14:48:00.001-05:002010-01-24T14:48:19.874-05:00<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>I found this picture of Ryan today on my pc and got really caught up in how fast these last 2 and half years have gone. All the worry and all the heartache that was part of bringing him into this world is such a fleeting memory. Wounds that were healed by the wonderful experience of Corey's semi "normal" birth. I gaze into this chubby little face and think: "Damn, if I only knew then how loud this child would be able to scream..."Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-86049716302719170322010-01-24T14:40:00.001-05:002010-01-24T14:40:45.121-05:00"Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you<br />
I'm still alright to smile<br />
Girl, I think about you every day now<br />
Was a time when I wasn't sure<br />
But you set my mind at ease<br />
There is no doubt you're in my heart now<br />
Said woman take it slow<br />
It'll work itself out fine<br />
All we need is just a little patience<br />
Said sugar make it slow<br />
And we'll come together fine<br />
All we need is just a little patience<br />
(inhale) Patience..."Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-65953670776017888212010-01-20T17:54:00.000-05:002010-01-20T17:54:51.938-05:00Reality...Today was a hard day. Yesterday was so busy and we got overly optimistic, because the house was finally shown. I let myself, (much to my better judgment), start dreaming about the house we will buy in Orlando and being back together. But then this morning. I wake up and feel down again because its back to the real world. We did find out that the potential buyers were interested and loved the house. They will be back in a few weeks to make their decision. So until.<br />
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Chris left around 4pm and that just makes the rest of the evening hard. I know it's not forever and I know that there is a plan for us. Knowing this just doesn't make the pain of it all go away. However, I am reminded today of real people with real problems in the news reports from Haiti. May, God hold them close and may I keep in perspective the magnitude of what I am NOT dealing with...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-76246611609034149132010-01-18T09:39:00.002-05:002010-01-18T10:03:54.456-05:00YES!!!Today is one of my favorite days!!!<br /><br />No its not Grocery day. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bleh</span>! Chris is coming home tonight. This separation is getting harder everyday. My husband and I are so close, that not having him here has been like having a huge hole ripped in our family life. I am so busy all day long. I clean house, change diapers, play <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">playdoh</span>, and feed children. Every evening when the boys are in bed and I finally get a chance to relax, an old familiar lump forms in my throat as I sit down with a glass of wine.<br /><br />I didn't get married to be alone...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-8393001929237393622010-01-17T21:52:00.003-05:002010-01-18T13:44:14.170-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV09oD2SBgb34SVxBwsOvABA2f7wCb4OVuhL5SnKmjnPDANJ_FHGElGIbT56URdEeQoFhi_rJmSaPDQ8Wn5RyObuvZh57aOpJwwgKeCTXrhfp2obQmiEUt27AkHBCJ2gUfq7T5ldJ1CIQ/s1600-h/IMG00097-20091128-1029.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427912282847842994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV09oD2SBgb34SVxBwsOvABA2f7wCb4OVuhL5SnKmjnPDANJ_FHGElGIbT56URdEeQoFhi_rJmSaPDQ8Wn5RyObuvZh57aOpJwwgKeCTXrhfp2obQmiEUt27AkHBCJ2gUfq7T5ldJ1CIQ/s320/IMG00097-20091128-1029.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Corey Christopher came into the world pretty much the same way his older brother did. With mom getting drenched at 2am and having a baby less than 12 hours later. Thanks to the lack of stress this time and a weekly needle in the butt, he waited 2 more weeks to make his debut. After a tough start he is doing so amazing and has wrecked my sleep schedule. Chris was able to spend a couple weeks with us and is now back working his tail off in Orlando. Ryan is pretty much oblivious to his new brother. Only mentioning him when he wants me to put him down, so we can play. The holidays this year were a blur and I am already daydreaming of next year, when we can be together under one roof again...</div><br /><div></div><div>Me? Well. I'm tired and overwhelmed. But I am also incredibly blessed. I think a lot about the future and what it will be like when Ryan can make Corey laugh, or when they can actually ride bikes together or wrestle in my living room. I still stop sometimes and shake my head. I am a mom. A mom of two. Two BOYS!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-77303960993434169502009-10-22T12:33:00.003-04:002009-10-22T12:39:28.131-04:00I am 30 weeks pregnant now and have been thinking a lot about this baby. It's like it just hit me, that when I was pregnant with Ryan, 30 weeks would mean I would have a baby in just 2 weeks. I am confident that this baby is going to make it to at least 36-37 weeks. I am just completely in awe of having two boys. Or should I say scared??? lol<br /><br />No. We will be fine. The big question that I ask is. "Can it really get any better than this?"<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVQ89TTVHm0cabAwP2TcMHKExFTcJWSU77yNedGTNY9tLo7ffaQzbL1airjHHDgqLiipukFSGReYaJcOpMKCkWdm5GKbP5rfTGHIExTmxc6pf4DABPm5kdOcG4cQJs8sgix79eQdHIjk/s1600-h/fuhfries.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395464513288213026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVQ89TTVHm0cabAwP2TcMHKExFTcJWSU77yNedGTNY9tLo7ffaQzbL1airjHHDgqLiipukFSGReYaJcOpMKCkWdm5GKbP5rfTGHIExTmxc6pf4DABPm5kdOcG4cQJs8sgix79eQdHIjk/s320/fuhfries.jpg" /></a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-25005152566713043342009-10-09T20:06:00.002-04:002009-10-09T20:10:45.832-04:00As I sit here and listen to an episode of the Backyardigans that I have seen a gazillion times. I am reminded how blessed I am. I have an amazing husband, who has embarked on a new venture without us, so we can all have a better life. An amazing son who has a sense of humor better than mine. (Is that possible?) Extended family and friends that helped me become who I am today. And lastly, one more person growing inside me to share it all with.<br /><br />Thanks God. I owe you one...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-71466527865359808602009-07-27T09:54:00.002-04:002009-07-27T09:58:56.290-04:00After 2 long weeks of feeling like crap. I am sure this time I am better. Getting sick just 2 weeks into this "Stay at Home Mom" gig, had me feeling like a failure. I find it very interesting that when we get sick that we have this impending feeling that we are never going to be okay again. Only to wake up one day and feel great again. In fact, better because we felt so bad. Funny thing is that I will probably think the same thing next time.<br /><br />Oh well. Thank the good Lord that I am better. It won't be the last time that this mom has to drag herself out of bed with a 102 temp because someone wants to play the "Fishie Game"Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-54224430718110190212009-06-25T08:21:00.002-04:002009-06-25T08:36:39.240-04:00This blog has been neglected while I go thru the yuck that was my first trimester. I have been so tired and the motion sickness was bad! We (me and the new baby) seem to have turned the hormonal corner. Ryan is CrAzY and going non stop like a madman. His last day of daycare is tomorrow. Although it is bitter sweet, I think I am ready to look this "stay at home mom" thing in the face. Yep. Combined with Chris doing so well at work and my current pregnant state, the job hunt is off and I am focusing on my favorite things in the world. My family and my home. <br /><br />So wish me luck...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-13501467242134690912009-05-19T10:11:00.001-04:002009-05-19T10:17:41.365-04:00Sometimes you need a good cry. Sometimes you need a moment to yourself. Sometimes you need a long hot shower to wash away the day. Then there are those days you just need a pepperoni and cheese sandwich at 10:30 in the morning...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-59584845766248491002009-05-13T08:01:00.007-04:002009-05-13T08:28:32.261-04:00Yep I am pregnant!<br /><br /><br />This pregnancy has already been so different than the first. (Dare i day that it is a girl?) And my life is already becoming less mine. I am fighting fatigue like there is no tomorrow. I feel guilty because I just cannot get up sometimes and get things done. My logical mind calls me lazy. With Ryan, I was working. I fought fatigue hard and just kept going. "Gotta keep going, this isn't so bad." Well I am RESTING, this time. I have noticed just a little extra sleep keeps me in the game longer each day and my mood more even. Chris likes that...<br /><br /><br />Eating. I want to eat healthly. I belong to these webboards and all these moms are eating well balanced diets. Fruit, Veggies, Whole Grains. My question is how do they have room? I am too full from the Captain Crunch and the Moose Tracks ice cream. I am trying to eat healthy. I am. But I would like to tell these women to stop telling lies and admit you are coveting the Krispy Kreme. Speaking of which, only two more weeks until Orlando and I can get a Dunkin Doughnut!!!<br /><br /><br />Lastly. And I swore that I wasn't going to posted tummy pictures this time. But this totally amazes and is starting to scare me. I have been told that you show early with subsquent pregnancies. But is this possible? Please ignore the inevitable back fat. For some reason, pregnancy immediately places a roll right under my ribs...<br /><br /><p></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/s1600-h/Jenntummy+15weeks+1+day.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335281078736019586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBG6NREQCWBP59JUma9exyzt3qS12J5KoA0ZDxW-hpXIJPusH1Ekq0icgXMNFgAEtlNG0Rqkr2ypRqUNoR0LxnsVw83ND4_vTKBVsZtaW8vNu9IqfTGYC8LVg8-MhV3ckjl8CN_0NjXI4/s320/Jenntummy+15weeks+1+day.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">15 weeks 1 day with Ryan </span><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvbBViMw52pKC2nD5rad7AcuI7ZHCp6ZhwoVUKBwr6UQmFjGzmGqoaA9QTBzZhRC-a6QUHWTAoJ9jZXtBOU-TBEOvbiLOdA_-NbpHfLacTqEDI6BtQLfc0Xq4fxWZ_xiKTv_CXymmaU8/s1600-h/100_2372.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335282843172403698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvbBViMw52pKC2nD5rad7AcuI7ZHCp6ZhwoVUKBwr6UQmFjGzmGqoaA9QTBzZhRC-a6QUHWTAoJ9jZXtBOU-TBEOvbiLOdA_-NbpHfLacTqEDI6BtQLfc0Xq4fxWZ_xiKTv_CXymmaU8/s320/100_2372.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">6 weeks 5 days with #2<br /></span></p>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-40705074677099034502009-05-05T08:16:00.002-04:002009-05-05T08:26:20.843-04:00I saw today that Salary.com did a study of what a mom is worth as far as salary goes if she was to get paid. Get this. A stay at home mom would receive an annual salary of $123,000. This is what it would cost you if you had to outsource this type of work. I thought to myself, "What about working moms?" Well the salary for a working mom would be $76,000 annually. <br /><br />Aren't we lucky the rewards far out weigh the actual work????Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-67240002305626621492009-05-05T08:00:00.003-04:002009-05-05T08:09:11.373-04:00Life isn't complicated at all right now. Chris is busy at work. Such a blessing. Ryan loves preschool and I am enjoying my new life as CEO of the Russell house. I did apply for a job yesterday that I think I dreamed up here in town. So fingers crossed. The job hunt has been real quiet. I guess, I expected more responses. But so far really quiet. There has been a lot of learning for me. Learning to trust that everything is as it should be right now.<br />I have my first appoinment with the OB on Friday. Really it will be with the Nurse Midwife. All the early things that happen when they are starting your prenatal care. I realized the other day that I am really gun shy when it comes to having babies. Don't know why? I have only been through a few difficulties. lol<br />I am actually afraid that I will show up at the doctor and they will say, "Sorry, Ms. Russell, your not pregnant?"Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-39103943940564375702009-05-02T15:47:00.000-04:002009-05-02T15:50:06.977-04:00I think that I am going to have to become a napper. This new baby is kicking my butt already. I absolutely loath myself for lack of energy. Not because I think its not okay. But I want to be active. Today. I napped and tonight will be better. Guess I should have taken my cue from Ryan.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-87417307814086305672009-04-25T10:01:00.002-04:002009-04-25T10:06:28.658-04:00Ryan. Now 23 months old. Is in the midst of the terrible twos. I recently read in a book that the terrible twos actually defines the time from about 18 months to 30 months. Interesting. All I know is that I can never make him happy. Not a good time to quit drinking for 9 months.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-5036314364675932472009-04-16T14:43:00.005-04:002009-04-23T10:26:26.112-04:00I have been having a blah week but decided to blog about our Easter weekend to cheer me up. we had an amazing brunch that included some beautiful cupcakes and a yummy dreamsicle pie. My older brother Tim drove up with his family from Orlando and my parents came from Interlachen. With family around the day turned into such a joyful occasion. It was nice to have some of the people I love most nearby. Ryan was his usual rowdy self. Throw in his cousin Logan and BAM, we have craziness. But deep down, even with all the yelling, I love it!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZRKYSplzTbbKYbRBRmkQt-UayPEFSY_Wy8pm3Mu-_f7cITZDNgJiRXhOrIKL-QAv1YCP6H3SWHjgYeHt8jmMl-GJLSnbur0QDJz075wE2iqHI0uAMIeD-CbgFRB7qd-xAa9JNaAj_vw/s1600-h/chocolatehugs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325366611151676914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZRKYSplzTbbKYbRBRmkQt-UayPEFSY_Wy8pm3Mu-_f7cITZDNgJiRXhOrIKL-QAv1YCP6H3SWHjgYeHt8jmMl-GJLSnbur0QDJz075wE2iqHI0uAMIeD-CbgFRB7qd-xAa9JNaAj_vw/s320/chocolatehugs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeC13nU0w1pwdNzcWAImuYOr8nalK2jBsWBsZoXukeDgGskllKCX9abRDtUbR7L2UOKQwmLZRvPtRjqvxjSP_MarC2Dc1zI4eH9kkogqG7deI7G4Dpz-JD3C732tYU-wqQaJbEeLarxw/s1600-h/100_2201.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325366607167376066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeC13nU0w1pwdNzcWAImuYOr8nalK2jBsWBsZoXukeDgGskllKCX9abRDtUbR7L2UOKQwmLZRvPtRjqvxjSP_MarC2Dc1zI4eH9kkogqG7deI7G4Dpz-JD3C732tYU-wqQaJbEeLarxw/s320/100_2201.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzPKXpa-OD64jCu9a3COKOvcxF3n_ruQK0usdGTLjQfPgK3IlVhI-YXHU3Ws0AUFe_m8twLN0bKouZiT-yTDoWBcxiC7TtIO8FnhJaHzjrn23aA6nkixPrkM75TUNU4Hn_pgcxwwSCsU/s1600-h/100_2192.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325366604196414450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzPKXpa-OD64jCu9a3COKOvcxF3n_ruQK0usdGTLjQfPgK3IlVhI-YXHU3Ws0AUFe_m8twLN0bKouZiT-yTDoWBcxiC7TtIO8FnhJaHzjrn23aA6nkixPrkM75TUNU4Hn_pgcxwwSCsU/s320/100_2192.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULWLpIO-nDgkkhjjA32ufYTZJH6bzAzy8e-DwyuHzazrVWmuVzBYUV7ltCEShfxg7cFFy4SYJRKNLGgrVZ__sDWfxarMfQ5IUnMMMWC-8vvGz9nMko1jHX-SCAt202lm6IJVZgwxEvdQ/s1600-h/100_2186.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325366601939756370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULWLpIO-nDgkkhjjA32ufYTZJH6bzAzy8e-DwyuHzazrVWmuVzBYUV7ltCEShfxg7cFFy4SYJRKNLGgrVZ__sDWfxarMfQ5IUnMMMWC-8vvGz9nMko1jHX-SCAt202lm6IJVZgwxEvdQ/s320/100_2186.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-33378799622080970492009-04-16T14:16:00.002-04:002009-04-16T14:20:06.894-04:00I know all the right things to say when people are feeling down. And I know what needs to be done to get through the hard times. But why? Why, can I not seem to apply these things to myself. I think I did to much job searching today. I want things to work out so bad that I start to get anxious and feel like my head is going to explode. There are so many things I want right now. I just feel like God wants me to be in this holding pattern. As if something is coming. You may not understand. But I do...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062344506698470813.post-20010074284405028812009-04-01T14:43:00.001-04:002009-04-01T14:44:47.579-04:00I am sitting here on the couch watching my dacshund Lucy eat lizards on the deck. What is truely shocking is that she is fast enough to catch them. We feed her. I swear.<br /><br />As Ryan would say Ewwwwwww!!!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199473232835633886noreply@blogger.com0