tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375484642011-04-21T21:17:58.402-06:00From the nursery to the newsroom, I'm used to dealing with lots of whining.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.comBlogger651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-80425268457735194342008-11-17T06:22:00.004-06:002008-11-17T07:02:30.269-06:00

I have to ask the question... do people check their brains with the greeter when they walk in the door of Mal-Wart? Or is it just their common sense and courtesy they leave behind?The Hub and I rounded up Googie and Soupy for a big shopping trip to our local Grande Mal-Wart on Sunday afternoon. When we make this big trip, The Hub and I each take a kid and grab a buggy. Keeping Googie and Soupy

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-45205566028368747152008-11-16T17:05:00.001-06:002008-11-16T17:06:44.312-06:00

Yep. It's almost been a year since my last post.So... I'm trying it AGAIN. (How many times have I said that already?)I need some kind of creative outlet to save myself from the monotony of newswriting. Maybe this will help.To celebrate, we've got a new, retro look to go with our new start!Now to get all these posts that have been rattling around in my head for months actually typed out on the

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-6961608215106980332007-11-19T05:55:00.000-06:002007-11-19T06:06:24.878-06:00

I am a text messaging fool. I.LOVE.IT. Sometimes it is so much easier than actually talking on the phone, I actually get annoyed at the people in my life who don't text.But this, well, this is different. We all know there are thousands of U.S. men and women fighting in a "war" (cough, Bush sucks, stupid ruse, anti-war talk, blah blah blah). These men and womenare away from friends and family.

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-993438116876983002007-11-14T15:50:00.000-06:002007-11-20T00:49:29.734-06:00

Looking back at Googie's 10 day stay in the NICU after birth. It was a scary time for all of us, but it also made us realize how very thankful we are. That seems like a perfect theme as we head into the holidays.July 26, 20051:50 AM UPDATEI couldn't sleep, so decided to call and check on Googie. When we checked on her a few hours ago at 9pm, she was down to 60% oxygen. I just called to check on

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-7842265003022918002007-11-13T06:24:00.000-06:002007-11-20T00:49:49.707-06:00

As the holidays approach, I continue thinking about what I'm thankful for and reflecting on Googie's 10 days spent in the neo-natal intensive care unit of our local Children's hospital.Monday, July 25, 2005 Googie is starting to show signs of improvement. The Hub and I were able to spend the entire afternoon at her bedside. Yesterday she was down to 70% oxygen, but that had to be upped overnight

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-26733074553094951862007-11-12T06:09:00.000-06:002007-11-19T15:37:28.016-06:00

I am always thankful to have such beautiful, healthy children. I like to reflect on how their lives started to remind myself how far they've both come. It seems even more significant to me as the Holidays approach. This week, I'm revisiting the first 10 days of Googie's life, when she was in the NICU of the local Children's Hospital..This was originally posted on her BabiesOnline webpage.Sunday,

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-90317176432098752622007-11-10T20:49:00.000-06:002007-11-12T08:58:52.531-06:00

**It's been a rough weekend in our little corner of the world, so I'm behind in my NaBloPoMo posting. I haven't given up, though!**Saturday we decided to take the kids down to Cathedral Square in the downtown area. It was a beautiful November day here along the Gulf Coast so we took advantage of the weather!Googie getting a ride on Daddy Soupy got in on the action, too. Googie "hugging" the light

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-44221699521597597182007-11-09T00:12:00.000-06:002007-11-10T00:28:11.730-06:00

Check out what I got to see when I got home from work this morning. EEK! Googie had already been up for awhile and had breakfast (hence the remnants still on her face). I think Googie was channeling Phil Spector!

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-786159218924755322007-11-08T20:00:00.000-06:002007-11-08T20:32:42.171-06:00

This was a post I started back in July. I have no idea why I never actually posted it on my site. So I updated it near the end and decided to use it for today's post. Is that considered cheating?********************************************************************I have a problem.My beloved and adorable daughter, Googie, has picked up some less than desirable words in her quest to conquer the

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-82330444779597324132007-11-07T09:48:00.000-06:002007-11-07T10:18:01.362-06:00

I'm a child of the 70's.I'm a child of the 70's with probably THE most popular name of that decade.Hello, my name is Jennifer and I am 1 in 1,413,056 . That's according to How Many of Me.Think about that. Nearly 1.5 million people have my same first name. No wonder I was always Jennifer M. in school. I don't think I was ever in a class without at least 2 other Jennifers throughout my school years

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-24716653975955249222007-11-06T21:02:00.000-06:002007-11-07T21:27:06.264-06:00

... and I LOVE it!Yes, the calendar says November 6. Yes, stores have had their Christmas displays up since April. But, for the most part, I'm in heaven!What I consider the "holiday season" (Halloween-New Years) has been my favorite time of year since I can remember. I LIVE for the chance to drive around and admire the twinkling lights strung up on homes across my hometown. And the Christmas

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-21473788628066630702007-11-05T19:53:00.000-06:002007-11-05T20:05:47.888-06:00

Ok. So pretend you are in a time machine. And we've set the date to November 1, 2007.Wow. We're in the past. Freaky huh?Now I can post the obligatory Halloween pics of Googie and Soupy! It was The Hub's idea to dress Mr. Soupy up as Indiana Jones in honor of the new movie currently being filmed. Now, obviously I'm quite biased... but I think he makes quite the handsome Indy, don't you? Maybe I

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-4256065156313497552007-11-05T17:56:00.000-06:002007-11-05T20:07:06.911-06:00

So... I'm doing it. I've got to do something to get back in the swing of things.I keep saying it. Over. And over. And over again, I know... but I really do want to write on this blog o'mine. Heck, I have some great, unwritten posts floating around in my head. I'm not writing for lack of content. It's there. But there are only so many hours in the day.So, to challenge myself, I'm jumping on the

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-34466682854889280112007-09-28T00:29:00.000-06:002007-09-28T00:31:45.272-06:00

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-44550633469969481672007-09-28T00:25:00.000-06:002007-09-28T00:26:31.132-06:00

*Calling in sick for a Friday. I always feel like people don't believe that I'm really ill.*Calling in sick late in the day (I work overnights). I went to bed Thursday morning feeling a little sniffly, but otherwise ok. I woke Thursday afternoon with fever, a throat so sore I could barely swallow or even talk and swollen lymph nodes in my neck. Calling in at 1:30pm meant my replacement (who was

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-48527346107878184932007-09-25T05:19:00.001-06:002007-09-25T19:46:17.630-06:00

Of all the things we should've said, That were never said. All the things we should've done, That we never did. All the things that you needed from me. All the things that you wanted for me. All the things that I should've given, But I didn't. It's hard to believe it's been four years. And yet, it's not that hard to believe.Four years since my Dad died.Tonight, I'm moved to tears.I miss him so

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-36218846361854680102007-09-17T10:03:00.000-06:002007-09-17T10:07:01.556-06:00

It's a sad, sad thing to see my blog sitting here so lonely. No updating. Nothing new posted since early August.I think of great topics every day. And yet, I don't write. I need to work on that, for me. I promise I will. Just tell Googie and Soupy to give me a moment's peace, will ya? To make up for my horrible lack of writing... check out this gratitious pic of my cuties, ridin' in style at the

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-91051683961349541822007-08-03T23:05:00.001-06:002007-08-03T23:10:38.310-06:00

What happens you take The Hub, add family photos and a computer website that can turn you into a character from a popular animated series?You get this, of course. A fine portrait of our Fam-Damily! It's pretty spot on... at least for The Hub and I.If you'd like to see what a Simpsonized version of yourself would look like, go for it. But I wanna see, so you better share!After all, I showed you

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-47775710589808890162007-08-03T05:19:00.000-06:002007-08-03T05:30:37.765-06:00

Or maybe a better title would be "When Good Moms Get Drunk".This is what happens when you have to say goodbye to a friend, who moves to the other side of the country.The two friends left behind drown their sorrows in $10 martinis and pose for photos as they lick sugar off the rim of the glass.A left behind friend puts on a brave face in a photo with the friend who is leaving.Another brave face

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-17220433539138420432007-07-20T05:03:00.000-06:002007-07-20T05:18:02.567-06:00

Yes... I survived baking and decorating Googie's cake for her birthday party. It was a lot of work and at the end, I had to rush things to make it to her party site on time. I don't think it came out too bad, all things considered.This was the inspiration cake, featured in Woman's Day magazine earlier this summer.And this is how my version turned out. Obviously, I'm not a "food" photographer. I

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-10720804543194964992007-07-17T04:02:00.000-06:002007-07-17T04:17:01.019-06:00

That has to be it. That is the explanation for the adventure I'm about to embark upon.You see, Googie turns 2 years old this weekend. I've decided, under some kind of drug-induced stupor, surely, I will make her birthday cake. And I have no one to blame but myself for this decision. It's not like Googie made the request. Nope. I saw this... And decided my daughter MUST have it for her 2nd

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-19273853438051514392007-06-13T08:39:00.001-06:002007-06-13T13:59:14.812-06:00

So, evidently my 2 under 2, working outside of the home (and overnights to boot) and just life in general aren't enough to consume my time.Oh, no! Sleeping an average of 4 hours a day must be too much for me. Cause I've decided, after much prodding from friends and family, to take the first steps toward a part time gig. I'm going to start offering my photography services to people. It's an idea

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-7001597658074760532007-06-03T21:09:00.000-06:002007-06-03T21:22:14.691-06:00

What's better on a hot, sunny afternoon than a nice cool soak in the sprinkler?Googie had a blast enjoying the cool water. It WAS a little cold, which prompted some pretty funny looking faces.She loved running in and out of the spray of water... And cheesing for the camera. Soupy didn't play in the sprinkler. He was chilling in his bouncy seat in the shade on the patio.He did get hit with a

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-55075659427614533332007-06-02T02:37:00.000-06:002007-06-03T23:04:14.180-06:00

The world may be a canvas, but for now, Googie is practicing her art on....Herself.She how proud she is? She did this a few weeks ago, after I left for work. The Hub realized she was quiet... too quiet... and went to investigate. She was on her bed with an ink pen she found.She even drew on the bottom of her foot (Good gracious it's a dirty foot, too!)!Seriously. Look at those legs! Look at that

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-73032881737543223802007-05-23T03:39:00.000-06:002007-05-23T03:47:13.979-06:00

I have a to do list the length of my leg. But I just can't move.I am battling a wicked cold and Soupy is trying to get over a wicked stomach virus. The Hub and Googie have a mild case of it.I'm going to bed. Maybe I'll return to the Land of the Living sometime Wednesday.

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-70523510083863886032007-05-21T15:26:00.000-06:002007-05-21T15:41:30.287-06:00

So Googie is learning new words everyday. She's mastered several phrases, but her latest one... well, you'll see.I was sitting on the bed the other night wearing a tank top sans bra. I was surfing the web on my laptop and she was bouncing around the bed like a little freak. She decided to sit behind me and fling her arms over my shoulders, in a reverse hug.So, there we sit, Googie hanging over my

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-60521401956475537922007-05-09T04:07:00.000-06:002007-05-09T08:07:36.278-06:00

#1. Why did I take this shift change? I'm miserable. I'm always tired. I never see my friends anymore. Heck, I never see The Hub anymore. I DO get to see my kids, and for that I'm thankful. I guess I have to keep reminding myself I'm doing it for them.#2. Why is one of my managers an asshat? Seriously. I got called out for something I admit I was doing. I don't resent that. I resent the very

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-57842468060657509752007-05-09T04:05:00.000-06:002007-05-09T04:07:25.811-06:00

For your viewing pleasure, an animated short so stupid, it's funny. At least to me.

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-89351866042995287242007-04-27T14:29:00.000-06:002007-04-27T14:32:16.725-06:00

Oh woe is me!It appears the power cord for my beloved laptop has gone kaput. So, my posting will be even more sporadic than normal. The Hub doesn't like to share his computer sometimes and I don't return to work until Sunday night.Fingers crossed I can find a replacement quickly!

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-80258414648868605862007-04-25T23:22:00.000-06:002007-04-25T23:25:40.238-06:00

Because everybody needs a good laugh now and then, I bring you "The Mysterious Ticking Noise" by the Potter Puppet Pals via YouTube. I'll never be able to read another Harry Potter book without singing this in my head.

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-87054108811115013742007-04-25T07:42:00.000-06:002007-04-25T20:22:24.221-06:00

This week's Carnival topic from the CHBMs, “What’s your dream job? (Other than Motherhood)”.You know, when I first read this topic, I thought it would be easy. Turns out, not so much, for me at least. I've thought about this for the better part of two days. It's not that I have never thought of something that could be classified as my "dream job". I have, check out my "through the years" list...

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-60535915478407766802007-04-25T05:42:00.000-06:002007-04-25T05:48:34.135-06:00

Or was she?Either way, the Great Toilet Paper Rationing Scare is over.No more fear of not Having A Square To Spare... Feel free to grab a few more squares on your next trip to the loo!

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-56783051295936033212007-04-24T06:06:00.000-06:002007-04-25T01:46:17.215-06:00

Jennifer, my playgroupie pal's Ballsy post this morning made me think of a newfound "beauty" product.Magic Powder. It's like magic... sort of...Well, magic that smells a little nasty... and burns a little, if you aren't careful.For those of you that don't know, Magic Powder is a depilatory designed for African-American men to use instead of shaving. It helps stop razor bumps. But it also works on

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-59704735817631686902007-04-24T05:08:00.000-06:002007-04-24T05:11:27.468-06:00

"From the nursery to the newsroom, I'm used to dealing with lots of whining."Why can't adults act like adults? Why do I have to hold someone's hand to get them to do their job?Why?WHY?WHYYYYYY?I am so glad I'm only on the job for another hour.Harumph!

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-62726448671854953062007-04-23T15:52:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:54:54.670-06:00

for this brief public service announcement.From here forward, the infant formerly known as BB will go by a new nickname. Don't worry, it won't be an unpronounceable syllable a la' Prince, back in the day. We've just struggled here at home with a good nickname for him. The Hub has had his heart set on "Soupy" and if you know our boy's real name, you'll get the connection. Of course, The Hub

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-81092547575107118562007-04-23T15:35:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:56:26.348-06:00

Evidently, if you asked Sheryl Crow, she'd say, "I'm sorry, I don't have a square to spare." And she likely wouldn't have a square to spare, because she thinks we should only use one square per trip to the restroom. Ms. Crow has decided to fight global warming by cracking down on just how much poo paper I use."I think we are an industrious enough people that we can make it work with only one

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-27609743034531543552007-04-18T20:21:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:57:01.967-06:00

So I think I'm finally starting to get the hang of this blogging thing! I surfed over to the Crazy Hip Blog Mamas site. Their motto: "A little crazy, a lot hip, and ALL mama!" I like it! Crazy is ALWAYS good in my book! Hip? Well, I've got two of them... does that count? And I'm definitely a mama!So, the Mamas site offers up the Carnival of the Crazy Hip Mamas every Wednesday. This week's

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-44495416518931056672007-04-17T19:35:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:56:11.707-06:00

As most Moms know, pregnancy occasionally brings uncontrollable flatulence... sometimes REALLY LOUD, uncontrollable flatulence.Back when I was pregnant with BB, Googie and I were shopping at the FABUless Tarzhay when I felt it. It being the urge to let one hopefully sneak out undetected by my fellow shoppers.I steered Googie to an uninhabited aisle in the baby section and let it slip. The sound

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-38991818251348817482007-04-16T08:13:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:55:13.628-06:00

August 2005Mom and GoogieApril 2007Mom and BB

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-69092338014711036942007-04-15T18:00:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:57:13.555-06:00

Today I am missing a friend and a mentor... because today I learned of his death.It's funny. We get so busy with our lives, we "forget" people. It's not intentional. It happens to us all at one time or another. And that's the case with R.B.Let me tell you a little about R.B. He loved the news business. He loved the Florida Gators (his alma mater). He loved politics (when most of us would groan

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-49826052300644997732007-04-12T07:15:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:57:22.623-06:00

I'm a few days late... Hey... 3 days late for a Meme on 3s! See, I meant to do that. Really. anyhoo, thanks Heather for bestowing this "Meme3" honor on me!Three Things That Scare Me:1. The dark2. Spiders3. Being alone in the middle of the night at the station where I work (it's haunted)Three People Who Make Me Laugh:1. The Hub2. Melanie3. Bill R.Three Things I Love:1. My Purple Crocs complete

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-55041718238622279142007-04-11T03:09:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:57:31.444-06:00

Ahhh, the sweet, sugary confection known as the Peep. I think they are too cute. But one thing you should know about the marshmallow candy... don't mock them. They like to get revenge. Seriously.Come with me on a trip in the wayback machine, would you? Back several years... to a time before we had Googie or BB. The Hub and I got the bright idea to create a chocolate version of the marshmallow

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-15410820500789144732007-04-06T20:38:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:57:40.844-06:00

Sara over at Surburban Oblivion tagged me today with these questions!1. Why did you decide to start a blog?I write for a living. Every day (actually night) at work, for most of the day (night), I write. But I rarely get to be really creative. So I started writing blogs on my MySpace page and decided to branch out and publish them here.I'm still a fledgling blogger and my writing isn't always

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-15173248268456926852007-04-05T03:29:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:57:50.993-06:00

Heather over at The Queen of Shake-Shake tagged me with a meme all about FUN. So let's climb aboard the Funbus!1. What is the #1 thing you like to do for fun? Why?I'd have to say spending time with my family. The Hub and I have always been able to make just about anything fun. Heck, our weekly trip to the grocery store can be exciting. I don't know if that says something good or bad about us!?!?!

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-61941794955545220672007-04-01T23:46:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:56:49.787-06:00

I can't help it. I see things on other blogs and I think, "Hey! Maybe I should do that too!"Sara over at Suburban Oblivion got me started on the Feedblitz updates and the MyBlogLog Community. It's nice to see who is stopping by to read my blog.I'm going to start replying to the comments you leave. An idea I've seen on many blogs, most recently over at Jennifer's place at Playgroups Are No Place

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-21618640210239112012007-04-01T21:22:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:55:58.736-06:00

It wasn't long ago I remember complaining to some of my friends how disappointed I was in the selection of clothes for baby boys. Everything, in my opinion, was too "cutesy"... baby blue, with little doggies or bears or cartoonish dinosaurs.I wasn't going to dress my baby in that.No Sir.Nun uh.No way.Nevah.If it hadn't been for my wonderful friends and the surprise shower they threw for me about

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-57299950103870745592007-03-28T23:43:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:53:09.939-06:00

... Easter's on it's way... Googie is IN LOVE with the Easter Bunny. He is her new best friend. BabyBrother could have cared less.I love the picture! I love how Googie is looking over at BB. The photolady wanted to "toss it", but The Hub and I are huge fans of the "more natural" photos. Googie was doing her own thing, ignoring the sqeaking toy the photolady was using to catch her attention.*If

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I am new to the "Mommy" game, having only started playing with the birth of Googie in July 2005. I've only hosted one child's birthday party so far. I've only experienced a handful of kid parties as an adult guest... so can someone PLEASE explain to me the fascination with "goodie bags" at birthday parties? To me, the whole "goodie bag" name is an oxymoron. In my (admittedly limited) experience,

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And they called it puppy love Oh I guess they'll never know How a young heart really feels And why I love her so An afternoon of play in the backyard recently brought to mind that old Paul Anka song. And by the time you finish reading this post, you'll understand why.Our family of four humans also includes a mini-zoo of sorts. 4 cats and 3 dogs. Googie loves our little zoo. Her favorite canine

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It's been more than 6 weeks since BabyBrother joined our family. I've only just realized that though I have mentioned him a few times here, I haven't actually introduced him. So here goes.This is BB and I in the operating room just minutes after he was born the morning of Thursday, February 8. Check out his chubby little cheeks just a few days after birth. You'd never know from this photo that BB

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-13059056132463357092007-02-28T20:11:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:55:45.414-06:00

Google is a great tool. Heck, any good search engine is great! Google just happens to be my search enging of choice. But sometimes, these great little search engines and the information available online can be a very dangerous or scary thing.Take for example what happened today. BB has been home with us now for almost 2 weeks. After having to leave him at the hospital every day for a week, it was

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It's finally here! In just a few hours, BB will be home with us! He finished his last round of antibiotics this morning at 3am and we could have brought him home then... but it's so cold outside, I wanted to give it a bit of a chance to warm up!So, The Hub is in the shower, I am about to put on makeup and fix my hair (have to look pretty for my little man) and then we're heading out!A

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I was released from the hospital Sunday evening. The little man was born Thursday morning at 7:39 am and was a chunker at 9 pounds, 5 ounces. His resp. rate was pretty high (around 100, normal is about 60) so they ordered a chest x-ray and put him under an oxygen hood.On Friday they repeated the x-ray and ran some blood tests. There was fluid in his left lung and the blood tests indicated an

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It's just after 1am on Thursday, February 8, 2007. I'm supposed to be sleeping right now. I'm sleepy... but it ain't happening. In just less than 3 hours, my alarm will go off and I will get in the shower, finish packing my suitcase and we'll head to the hospital.I am hours away from holding my son in my arms for the first time. Shortly after 7:30am, we expect BB to be delivered by c-section. I

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The hub and I share our bed with another female.... our daughter. Yes, we are (gasp!) co-sleepers. It's funny. Before Googie was born, I swore she would NEVER sleep in our bed... EVER. And then, Googie spent 10 days in the NICU after she was born. When we finally got our baby girl home, I was paranoid she would stop breathing. I slept with her in my arms for weeks. When I finally felt comfortable

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-68925761525754934002007-01-12T02:00:00.000-06:002007-04-24T04:01:16.017-06:00

It's hard to believe. TWA (aka Googie) is growing up so fast. It seems like only yesterday she was my Buddha-bellied little tub of goo, laughing, drooling and just being a baby.Googie November 2005Now she's walking, running and talking. Sometimes she speaks English and other times, it's that weird, but cute, baby speak adults can only dream of understanding.Googie Christmas Eve 2006Life will soon

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-37266487873506872862007-01-11T16:34:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:59:37.211-06:00

Let's go with the bad news first... I didn't get the EP job at my station. No big whoop to me really, with another kid on the way in 4 weeks... I'm more focused on family than career advancement. I simply applied because I felt it was expected. Besides, management really isn't for me, I don't believe.The good news... NO ONE currently working at the station got the job either. That is a HUGE

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-56297842589548102982006-12-25T11:34:00.000-06:002007-04-24T04:00:56.013-06:00

I must preface this all by saying, desipte the daily gripes and discomfort, I love being pregnant. I can't wait to meet my son when he's born. But damn I'm glad the time until his birth is growing shorter.Working an overnight shift is a very hard job. It goes against everything natural in the human body. We are not nocturnal animals. Our bodies are programmed to sleep when it's dark and be up

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-67183900151986744552006-12-07T04:15:00.000-06:002007-04-24T04:00:42.166-06:00

When I hear the name Santa Claus, I think of a lot of things. The rosy cheeks, the beard as white as snow, the little round belly that shakes when he laughs like a bowl full of jelly. You know, just like the image from those Coca-Cola ads. Well, that's not entirely true. Sometimes, I think of SantaBot from Futurama. Then I envision something a little more like this.... If you don't watch Futurama

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-27523128736781742902006-11-13T04:38:00.000-06:002007-04-24T04:00:27.673-06:00

Would you let your 5 year old daughter pose like this for a photo? Am I too sensitive? Is this too sexually overt? I asked these questions not too long ago on a Message Board for a Mommy Group I'm in here in my hometown. I'd like to say the reactions were mixed, but, for the most part... many of my Mommy friends agreed... the picture goes to far.The photo is that of 5 year old Kaia Crawford,

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It's quiet in my house. Everyone is asleep, except me. Since becoming a mom, I've learned to enjoy these times. The quiet drone of a fan.A nearly muted tv set with an old rerun of "Roseanne" running.The occasional sigh of the toddler sleeping blissfully next to me.Tonight I am really relishing this time. Because I need to be alone. I don't want anyone to see my tears right now. They don't make

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-84466505795768251962006-06-20T02:51:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:59:54.548-06:00

Rogers Inc. is proud to announce the company is in the development stages of a new release.Baby Rogers, version 2.0 is set to make it's debut in early February 2007. The initial release date was set as February 15, 2007. But we've heard from the head of labor it will probably be released on February 7th or 8th.When asked about the upcoming release from Rogers Inc., Baby Rogers, version 1.0, also

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-4564610662803046282006-06-14T02:50:00.000-06:002007-09-25T05:25:20.645-06:00

Sunday is Father's Day. I'm excited because its my husband's first official Father's Day with Googie.But I can't help but feel a tinge of sadness. It will be the third Father's Day since my Dad died, unexpectedly.There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about him. It weighs heavy on me at times. Sometimes, the sense of loss is suffocating. I talk to him all the time. Though my beliefs

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-1163406879228539742006-05-23T02:31:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:59:10.072-06:00

The birth of a child is one of the most important and often happiest times for a parent. Holding that newborn just minutes or even seconds after giving birth must be an amazing feeling for a mother.I say must, because, although I am a mother... it was nearly 24 hours after her birth before I was able to hold my little girl. Even then, I could only hold her for a couple of minutes.Googie was born

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05469258814314931555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37548464.post-78643006007035702252001-01-01T04:12:00.000-06:002007-04-24T03:58:52.836-06:00

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