Posts by: Jenny
I’m not a crafty person. I’m definitely not an artsy person. I quit taking art electives in school after I earned a C in 9th grade art. We did ink drawings that term, and I just couldn’t get the pen to flow correctly. Instead of art, I created the world’s most screwed up Rorschach test. […]
Jenny, don’t forget these little toddler quirks, just days shy of reaching 17 months old:
Toby, instead of saying, “Tickle, tickle, tickle!” says “Godee, godee, godee!” All three kiddos try to bite toes after tickling them – probably because we pretend to nom-nom-nom their chubby baby feet. They all give themselves away by setting their […]
Pregnant bellies are measured by fundal height. They quit taking that measurement when i was 23 weeks pregnant, measuring at 35 weeks by singleton standards. The OB who measured me that time was impressed by my belly’s width, remarking that I certainly was carrying across rather than outward.
He wasn’t kidding. I gave up […]
I know I’m in here, mixed in with Wife and Mommy, Chef and Housewife, Milkmaid and Wardrobe Manager. I find myself every now and then when the house is quiet and my brain has room to wander. I sit in front of the computer, fingers poised over the keys, ready and willing to write, to […]
Sitting in the theater watching The Hunger Games last night, a scene in which a character dies set my mind off on a not-focusing-on-the-movie tangent.
I really hope that’s what it’s like to die, I thought. Peaceful, bright – and I’d really like to have someone I love in view – someoneS, really – if […]
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