tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356173942011-07-28T07:16:33.776-07:00the almost adventures of a baby wranglerJennienoreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-2681530904997456912007-01-16T00:14:00.000-08:002007-01-16T00:36:53.183-08:00

On Saturday I started getting sick, and I left work early. I had Sunday off and called in this morning, since I'm still pretty sick and Princess is too. I have tomorrow off as well. Yessss. Finally, a BREAK from the evil baby store. I just can't express enough how much I am enjoying NOT being there. Even if I had to lose my voice and work up some phlegm, I have not been to work for 2.5 days

Jennienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-83541101634303154942007-01-12T07:37:00.000-08:002007-01-12T07:49:26.718-08:00

I know, I know. But... but... I've been busy! Doing things like working and cleaning my house and cursing my job for taking up all of my time and cursing time for taking my baby. You see, I've also been planning for my daughter's first birthday.I am stunned. I am definitely in a lovely shroud of denial. My baby? Turning one? Psh, never. She's eleven months and will be forever and ever,

Jennienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-4476831893241782722006-12-14T20:22:00.000-08:002006-12-14T20:48:34.261-08:00

Hello. Yeah, I'm still alive and stuff. I just haven't posted because I knew that if I did, I would have to start it out like I just did with a really awful run-on sentence because I have nothing interesting to really say. Please stop pretending to be shocked.I could write about how I'm still really socially awkward at work, just like everywhere else. I always am trying to be friendly, and I

Jennienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-16248985339535793692006-12-10T06:39:00.000-08:002006-12-10T06:55:27.302-08:00

It is soooo early. Okay, maybe it's not. But for me? It is SOOOO early. It's 6:39 AM, sports fans. And here I am, fully awake and totally NOT tired, not in the least, no way, no sir, not me.I have "training" this morning and apparently it is imperative that I do this "training" largely before the store opens at 9:30, which seems like a much better time to join the land of the not-sleeping.

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-50969583959550445422006-12-06T22:53:00.000-08:002006-12-06T23:24:05.359-08:00

Things at Babies "R" Us are going well. Everyone seems pretty nice and like they enjoy their job... for the most part anyway. There's the usual drama going on, but what business is without it? Anyway, tomorrow is day three of my four days of training, and then I'll finally get to start working. I've been watching videos, doing internet training, and reading. A LOT of it has been READING (

Jennienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-78732913226473625412006-12-01T00:47:00.000-08:002006-12-01T00:58:12.618-08:00

It's late, and I have been debating about posting since I looked at the time and thought, holy shit, no wonder I feel like passing out. But I just had to take the time to say... I got the job! Orientation begins on Monday.I definitely have mixed feelings about all of this. I wanted to be home with Princess for at least a year if at all possible, and now I'm cutting that short by a couple of

Jennienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-57514140366652336602006-11-28T23:25:00.000-08:002006-11-29T01:34:14.583-08:00

Life is getting busier again, and I have to admit that I'm enjoying it. I'm so much better at being stressed when my life is a carefully organized chaos then when I sit at home all day, wishing an airplane would land on my head (missing the baby and the husband, of course).The interview at Babies "R" Us went well... I think. First, we had a group interview in which, among other things, we had

Jennienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-34530089297860409442006-11-26T19:50:00.000-08:002006-11-26T20:00:45.798-08:00

I got an interview.On somewhat of a lark, I applied for a job at Babies R Us. I didn't really think much of getting an interview (I mean really, isn't everyone absolutely DYING to work at the baby store?) I need a job, but I really don't feel like going back to retail... especially during the cut-your-own-head-off-it's-that-effing-nuts holiday season. BUUUT, with Mr. Spades in his current

Jennienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-35658522402180858502006-11-23T20:41:00.000-08:002006-11-23T20:59:08.347-08:00

Dear Precious, Pretty Princess Pie,Today was your very first Thanksgiving and it is significant for so many reasons. First, the obvious... it's your first major holiday. Grandpa surprised me by calling and inviting us over for dinner. You see, he doesn't celebrate holidays much, but since you've been around things have begun to change. You brighten up our lives and make us want to celebrate

Jennienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-12041774372111949452006-11-23T01:32:00.000-08:002006-11-23T20:40:59.833-08:00

Mr. Spades surgery was almost two weeks ago, and things are... going. He isn't couch-ridden anymore as he was for the majority of the first week. He can't walk on it, but he can sort of stand and he gets around on crutches. He's doing a lot better, thank goodness.It was really, really hard to see him in pain. On Saturday I kept getting all teary-eyed for no good reason. I realized it was

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-36477620732472055432006-11-08T21:59:00.000-08:002006-11-08T22:13:37.752-08:00

Mr. Spades surgery is scheduled and imminent -- he's going under the knife this Friday. It's a minor outpatient surgery thing and it's on his knee and really... what could happen?Knock on wood.I'm nervous for him. I am going to hate seeing him lying around on the couch in pain all the time. That's not my husband. He always wants to be up and out and doing something... and if a four to six month

Jennienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-85281214579534867872006-11-07T21:52:00.000-08:002006-11-07T22:17:50.127-08:00

Breastfeeding has always come easily to me and I've been so thankful for that. But what do you do when your nearly ten month old (by the way, OH MY GOD, when the hell did that happen?!) still wants to nurse every couple of hours? I know Princess is past the point where she needs to be eating so often, but she has a meltdown if I deny her access to her beloved boobies. At home, I pretty much

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-1162792734852450732006-11-05T21:14:00.000-08:002006-11-05T22:50:26.268-08:00

I love you with all the chambers in my heart; with everything I am. I want to run to you and cover you with kisses and tell you everything will be all right. I want to remind you that I've loved you since always and I'll love you forever.So many words cut like knives, but none so much as those you spat at me today. I said too many harsh things, but what hurts the most is that I meant them. As

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-1161330209792194352006-10-20T00:00:00.000-07:002006-11-05T22:50:26.210-08:00

When I was pregnant with Princess, I worried. And worried. There is just so much to think about and agonize over. What if she wasn't smart enough, wasn't quick enough, was too much or too little of anything? How would I handle being a mommy? What if I turned into one of those moms who doesn't have the cutest kid in the world, and forced my friends and family and innocent passerby to say my

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-1160545729758802402006-10-10T22:12:00.000-07:002006-11-05T22:50:26.150-08:00

There was a time when Princess didn't do very much. Right after she was born, she just sat there and looked at us. She made dirty diapers, slept, ate... and looked at us. I was so eager to watch her personality unfold; so eager for her to start smiling and talking and crawling. Now? As I pry carpet lint out of her vice-like baby grip and fish stale fruit puffs from her chomping gums, I long

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-1160175758649351212006-10-06T16:02:00.000-07:002006-11-05T22:50:25.958-08:00

Sometimes it really is amazing to me how quickly prayers are answered. Last night I stayed up worrying about money, about how we are going to stretch our funds to sate our constant slew of bills. I finally went to bed when I couldn't keep my eyes open or my mind clear for worrying anymore. I just called Mr. Spades to see if he was actually on his way home from work, and ask the standard wife

Jennienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-1160162317121892722006-10-06T12:11:00.000-07:002006-11-05T22:50:25.785-08:00

My day seemed to be lingering on and on (and on) until Hubby got home. Which feels like only an hour or two ago... when in reality he got home at four o'clock or so this afternoon. I spent the morning cleaning and starting to put up my Halloween decorations... which is good, because my friend S and I are throwing a Halloween party! It's going to be small and we aren't really going to party so

Jennienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-15969235946355693512006-08-22T02:14:00.000-07:002006-11-07T22:42:34.753-08:00

Against my better judgement, I took some Nyquil (yes, I have a cold, and yes, I have spectacular timing). I was afraid it would wake me up instead of put me to sleep because well, my body rejects and twists anything I give it. And guess what? It's two in the morning and I am awake awake AWAKE.I guess I should be doing something constructive, being as my wedding is in five days. FIVE FREAKIN' DAYS

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-78962093674327300592006-08-09T01:12:00.000-07:002006-11-07T22:46:08.058-08:00

This stirs up feelings of rage within me. To think that people could ever be disgusted with the image of a woman breastfeeding her baby sickens me. I can't believe this would offend people. It's okay for women to wear low cut shirts and have their boobs hanging out. It's okay to see a naked woman in a movie. It's not okay to see a woman nourish her infant in the way that nature intended. Okay.

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-56964710664354846432006-07-11T21:09:00.000-07:002006-11-07T22:51:20.920-08:00

But not this time.Today has been pretty hellish, and suprise suprise, almost entirely wedding related. First, I was thinking about my bridesmaid's dresses and how much I would like it if everyone matched. We've been having quite a bit of trouble with their dresses, and most of the credit for that goes to the exquisitely awful place I chose to have the girls order from. It had the dress I wanted

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-69594566439639777252006-07-08T22:51:00.000-07:002006-11-07T22:54:23.285-08:00

I feel that I've been at least marginally productive today. My invitations aren't DONE, but they're getting there. All the actual invitation cards are printed, the response cards are printed, the fronts of the envelopes are mostly printed (except for a few, since I lost some addresses (go me), the ribbon is all cut (thanks Hubby), and the response card envelopes are mostly addressed... still have

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-85355866990972194102006-07-06T08:52:00.000-07:002006-11-07T22:57:39.226-08:00

Princess and I have to go to the doctor this morning and I really don't want to go. You see, my sweet little baby has a congested cough thing going on, and I'm overprotective and want to make sure it's not really the evils that be invading her innocent little throat and lungs. We've been doing the whole tylenol/baby robitussin thing and it makes it better for a bit, but not all together. The

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-42341297506946353392006-06-29T14:44:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:06:10.430-08:00

I am so sick of being taken advantage of. A lot of things I don't mind doing, especially for a holiday or family gathering. But it's not okay for people to say that they want my "help" with something and then stick me with all of the actual work. Hey Jennie, have us over for dinner. By the way, would you mind buying all the food and cooking it, too? Oh Jennie, we should make a scrapbook! And by

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-29336782156288421892006-06-25T23:49:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:03:02.710-08:00

Simply speaking, I'm not a simple girl. No, complex is more the word. If I love you I want all of your time, time to play, time to learn, to laugh, to grow. Time to sit around and do nothing, time to explore, time to feel the way I haven't felt since high school. I miss those nights when you would creep in through my window, I miss all those stolen kisses and sideways glances, I miss being so

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-7879492803246507592006-06-21T11:39:00.001-07:002006-11-07T23:10:49.865-08:00

There is something wrong with me. I think I'm sick somehow, and I don't know what it is or how to fix it. I feel tired and dizzy all the time. I put those symptoms into google and it came up with pregnancy or dehydration. And I took a test about a week ago when I first started feeling this way, and apparently I am not pregnant. So maybe I'm dehydrated and/or not getting the proper nutrition I

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-24643722039205005962006-06-19T19:57:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:14:01.679-08:00

I'm trying to take slow, deep, cleansing breaths here... but it's just not cutting it. Panic! I am going to PAN-IC! My wedding is in 69 days. I've been doing a swell job of pretending I'm not really getting married soon and kind of relaxing about it all. And now? The stress is back full force. It's attacking me and eating my brain. I feel seriously panicked and anxiety ridden. Does anyone have a

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-15943241079372922282006-06-17T11:50:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:19:50.448-08:00

First, Hubby hurt his ankle. Isn't that superduperriffic kids? He slipped off of a pile of cutback or something like that at work and twisted the SHIT out of his ankle. So he's been getting babied lately, and while I'm sure he loves it, I am Tired. With a capital T. I've been staying up to make sure he keeps his foot elevated and the ice pack tied to his foot stays cold -- then switching it out

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-62925465580136760162006-06-16T11:41:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:24:08.564-08:00

Pretty Princess,Already you are five months old and well on your way to independence. This morning when I went in to check on you, you were wide awake, rolled over onto your tummy, and playing... you hadn't felt the need to cry for mommy. This is a new development. It suprised and delighted me to walk into the room and see you awake. You looked at me and got a big drooly grin on your beautiful

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-59274216618538190752006-06-07T04:22:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:32:22.391-08:00

There is no real reason I am awake at four thirty in the morning. The baby kept waking up, but I could have gone to sleep after she finally konked out for good. I was on the phone with B until really late because we were being nerds and drooling over digital cameras, and ultimately, choosing a camera to buy. I'm really excited about my camera and was seriously tempted to have it overnighted to me

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-23481346009908674902006-06-05T11:58:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:34:23.977-08:00

This morning I awoke from very strange dreams to the smiling face of my precious daughter. I'm pretty sure I woke up because she was kicking me repeatedly, but anyway. I started cooing at her and playing with her to quickly discover that she was lying in a puddle of diaper overflow. All over her, all her clothes, and my bed. Good morning, mommy!I just don't know what it is. Some days her poop is

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-32423724824353966192006-06-03T22:33:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:38:00.061-08:00

Hi there. I just got home from the mall and Target, and I had a really good time. I went and visited with my mom and dad for a little while, then took my sister and her frien with me to the local mall. Princess was kind of in a crappy mood most of the time, but it was SO HOT in the mall it was ridiculous. Hello, a place that big needs massive air conditioning to counteract all the space and

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-32224185518674963242006-06-02T22:23:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:40:36.585-08:00

I am so tired. I think it might be because I actually kind of sort of cleaned the house today. I think my body is telling me to never attempt to clean the house again and... I think I can live with that. Also, I got up before 10am and that's never a good thing.So I'm back to planning the wedding. Not that I ever was taking some sort of vacation from it... okay so I was. It was nice this past week

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-31405341062864777932006-06-01T23:18:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:44:49.651-08:00

Hubby has been extra wonderful lately... I don't know if it's because he realizes that he's driving me crazy or my own issues or what, but things have been marginally better around here. I made dinner like a good little housewife, and he went to the store to pick up drinks on his way home, and like a good little Hubby, brought me flowers (aww!). Yesterday I asked him to feed Princess with a

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-74511420454009797702006-05-31T12:56:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:51:23.818-08:00

What makes good parents? How the kids turn out? How well adjusted someone is as an adult? How happy the child is? WHAT? Does anyone really know? I think there is a lot of speculation, but no real answer. I wouldn't consider my parents top-notch, but I turned out all right. I have some issues, yes. But I'm pretty well adjusted, hopefully fairly well-versed in common sense, and I think I'm turning

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-65669517727096899932006-05-26T00:49:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:55:25.589-08:00

I procrastinated half the day away not wanting to go to the post office. I thought I could probably get there if I tried, but if I didn't try I could pretend I had no idea where it was and everyone would believe me because I'm directionally challenged in a big way. But I called Hubby when he was on his lunch break and he told me how to get there, and it is extremely simple (we're talking a lot of

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-860871162006408122006-05-24T23:18:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:56:44.050-08:00

I love you.I love you because you think all the stupid things I say are cute rather than dumb. I love you because when I need a friend, you'll be there for me without hesitation. I love you because you understand me and that the silly things I do are just a part of my personality, which you adore. I love you because time and time again, when I think I have no friends and no one cares about me,

Jennienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35617394.post-10778646686152882172006-05-23T23:44:00.000-07:002006-11-07T23:58:55.953-08:00

So I'm pretty much all finished with my save the dates. I say pretty much because there are six more addresses I need. Other than that, they are stamped, sealed, and ready for the mailbox. This is really a victory for me... as you all know how much I have been struggling to get all this wedding junk figured out and finished. Now it's on to the invitations. Blech.Tonight Princess would NOT go to

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