tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17596957187771531242024-03-13T11:16:53.223-04:00Pour l'Amour De...A place to hold my thoughts and love of everything...Family, crafts, photography, politics, etc.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-62650549720427079222012-10-02T21:20:00.000-04:002012-10-02T21:20:26.104-04:00A Ride on the "Choo Choo"Firefly and I went downtown to visit Husband at the hospitals last week. Not only did we getting to see where Husband worked (the hospitals NOT the psych ward, *shudder*), but we took the "choo choo" to get there.<br />
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The local hospital systems are connected by an electric tram that shuttles patients, doctors and researchers across town.<br />
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Not only is the ride FREE, but it only lasts about 6 minutes which is perfect for a little one that really only wants to get on and off and point at it as it pulls away.<br />
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So we drove downtown to ride the train. He was really excited to carry his bag and explore a new place.<br />
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This was the image with now we started out. It was going to be great, Only about a 5 minute walk to the first stop. After a nice half hour detour because of some hazmat issue in an ER that closed down all the side walk we finally made it and even got to chat with one of Husband's colleagues. (Which was awesome as I was close to an asthma attack and incredibly nauseous after carrying the almost 2 year old for 30 minutes while pregnant.)</div>
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We ate in the <strike>drowned in butter</strike> wonderful hospital cafeteria and met some more of Husband's colleagues. While we'll never really see where Husband works, the cafeteria is a good place to meet!</div>
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So, this is how it all went down...<br />
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We've made the decision that, for our family, I'm going to stay home.<br />
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It was the right decision and it was definitely time. The anxiety that I felt about telling my employer that I am pregnant again was enough to drive that message home for me. I didn't post about it at the time because I was to much of a mess, but my job as a female chemist and my first pregnancy DID NOT get along.<br />
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I had been passed over for at least 3 promotions, denied raises and bonuses. But there was not much I could do about it because it was a she said/she said situation.<br />
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Anyways! that anxiety left me with a feeling of peace about our decision. So I walked in and gave my resignation. Unfortunately, my immediate supervision is a very good friend and I have worked with him for almost 4 years. There were tears <strike>his not mine, seriously</strike> and hugs and sad faces, for 2 long weeks. And there have been sad face messages since. I do miss our daily half hour coffee breaks every morning, but morning cartoon time more than makes up for it.<br />
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So far, quitting has been a wonderful decision for all of us. Now if I could only get a handle on this morning <strike>all day</strike> sickness...<br />
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<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-15798508374212599412012-09-07T09:30:00.000-04:002012-09-07T09:30:02.918-04:00Add One MoreWe are so excited.<br />
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Firefly has absolutely no idea what's going on, but...<br />
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Firefly's going to be a big brother!<br />
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This is just the first of the HUGE changes happening in our lives right now, but the one that's lead to all the rest. </div>
Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-46081237086263242312012-07-05T09:43:00.002-04:002012-07-05T09:43:16.032-04:00A Very Merry Un-BirthdayOr rather half-birthday.<br />
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Firefly is a Christmas baby, having been born within a week of this most fabulous and <strike>all about</strike> full of presents holiday.<br />
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Having a brother born in December, I've seen what it can be like to have a Christmas time birthday. My brother always got so upset every time people lumped his special day with the holiday and tried to combine gifts <strike>not that he didn't try to finagle larger gifts for himself by proposing the idea</strike>.<br />
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That being said, I realized while I was shopping for both Christmas and Firefly's birthday that he was going to miss out on certain gifts because they just weren't available or practical to buy in the middle of winter and every little boy needs a bike or toys for the pool. So I decided we were going to celebrate his half birthday.<br />
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Just something small, no parties or cake, but he was very excited! (and I may have put half his birthday presents aside for this purpose because he's only one and doesn't know any different)<br />
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He was so excited about his new ATV that I couldn't hold him back while Husband was trying to open the box. He managed to squeeze his little butt onto the seat though!</div>
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<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-49595425544659139262012-07-02T09:06:00.000-04:002012-07-02T09:32:43.620-04:00Seven Years of LuckHappy Anniversary to my wonderful Husband!<br />
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Today we have been married for seven years.<br />
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But all of this started well before that, when we were both 15 years old. We have been lucky enough to grow into adults together, find our way in the world together and support each other through the lowest of lows and the highest of highs.<br />
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While I hope that all of the lows are behind us, I know that we have yet to reach the highest of the highs.<br />
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The last year has been full of record setting highs that have surpassed both of our imaginations:<br />
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The other night Husband ripped one (charming right?) and Firefly ran over and said uuuh ooooh. He then proceeded to try and look into Husband's shorts to check for poo. I was laughing uncontrollably! Its happened at least once more and it just keeps getting funnier to watch Husband try to keep his shorts in place while Firefly is trying to look in them.<br />
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As some of you know, our little Firefly was sick. He had a cold, a virus. It was nothing to worry about, just a couple of days home with momma and some meds to keep his fever down. </div>
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He went down for his afternoon nap and when he woke up was clingy and starting to feel warm again. I let him lay on my chest for a few minutes and just as I was getting up to measure out his medicine, he lifted his head off my chest, looked around, began drooling and his eyes round up in his head. I called Husband because that's what you do when daddy is a doctor. </div>
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The seizure stopped when the were coming in the front door and he finally started breathing again. They gave him oxygen and we got a ride in the ambulance. He was strapped down and was just staring at me, groggy and not really able to understand what was going on around him. (I was trying not to puke, with the adrenaline and car sickness in the back of that truck.)</div>
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The seizure lasted under 5 minutes, but it took Firefly about an hour to regain his strength and his ability to take in his surroundings. When he did, he latched onto me and wouldn't let go. Husband met us at the hospital and we went through a few tests to make sure there wasn't something really wrong with him.</div>
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What happened was that Firefly's fever spiked to quickly and he had a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Febrile_seizure">Febrile Seizure</a>. Luckily, they are generally benign and may never occur again. He was predisposed to them because there is genetic component and I had had one when I was 18 months old. </div>
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I use a boxed pizza dough and store bought sauce when I make it at home. It's simply to much effort to make dough from scratch. That and I don't get along with yeast. (If anyone has any yeast/bread baking tips I'm all ears!) Make the dough according to the direction on the box and pre-bake. This time I used Classico pizza sauce and added some basil, oregano, chili powder and garlic powder. I topped it with roasted red peppers and pepperoni (plus some jalapenos for Husband). Finally, layer with mozzarella and parmesan cheese. bake until the cheese is melted and the crust is golden brown. </div>
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Another of my attempts at making a beef dish with ground turkey. I can't say that it translated well, but it wasn't bad. I think it would have been better with a more robust tomato sauce. <i>Modifications:</i> As I said, I used ground turkey instead of beef, but I also left out the red pepper flakes for me and Firefly. We also aren't so concerned about cooking light so I used whole milk and a large, unmeasured amount of cheeses.</div>
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This turned out quite yummy as you can tell by the picture of a happy Firefly below. I don't know if he liked the flavor as much as momma did, but he sure did like feeding himself and taking <strike>huge</strike> <strike>ginormous</strike> little bites. <i>Modifications:</i> Totally forgot to buy spinach that week so that was left out. However, I think in the future I might used basil leaves instead. We also left out the black olives because, well, yuck!</div>
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These were delicious, but we were all feeling kind of crappy and didn't eat a lot of them. The orange juice made a delicious crusty layer that I loved. <i>Modifications:</i> I left off the garnish ingredients but used the other ingredients in mostly the directed way. I'll have to try this one again some time. I served it with...</div>
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<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-18413851113786722662012-02-28T10:00:00.000-05:002012-02-28T10:00:03.961-05:00Menu Monday {20-Feb-12}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">This last week was a disaster in the kitchen. First, Husband wasn't able to make it to the grocery until FRIDAY! So our meal plan flew out the window and I had to throw together meals from what we had on hand. Firefly was happy because he got to have mac 'n cheese the night daddy was on call, but the rest of the week... it was sad panda</span>
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Crockpot Chicken and Dumplings</div>
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I made this for lunch to serve during Firefly's first playdate with an adorable little 2 month old baby girl (ok maybe it was a mommy date...) and I literally threw it in the crockpot while we were rushing out the door to get to the gym on schedule because I forgot i needed to start it. I think it went over well, but my friend would be to nice to tell me otherwise. <i>Modifications:</i> I added 32oz of chicken broth instead of 14 because it didn't look like enough liquid. It seemed like it would be kind of bland to me, so I also added some pepper, ancho chille powder, marjoram and garlic powder. I had husband put the biscuits in while I answered to door and they all congealed together and when we went to eat some of them were not cooked through. Next time I think I might use crescent rolls or another store bought pastry.</div>
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Balsamic Vinegar Pork Chops with Roasted Carrots and Potatoes</div>
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This was a meal that I just kind of threw together and I didn't feel well so I can't really attest to how it turned out. <i>Modification:</i> This is really a recipe for roasted vegetables that I applied to potatoes and carrots and carried over to the seared pork. I seared the pork and while still in a hot pan added balsamic vinegar. The vinegar cooked off leaving behind delicious caramelized, burned bits. I transfer the pork to a plate to keep warm while I made a pan sauce with garlic, chicken broth and vinegar. </div>
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So there you have it. A week of hodge podge. Happy Eating!</div>
<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-40004529855808997652012-02-21T09:02:00.001-05:002012-02-21T09:02:46.390-05:00Menu Monday {Week 13 February-12}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Well Monday turned into Tuesday this week with a crazy day at work yesterday. </div>
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First I want to say happy birthday to <a href="http://elefantitasalegres.blogspot.com/">Kate</a>'s little LJH some time today! I look forward to her introduction.</div>
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Chicken with tomato herb pan sauce</div>
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Our Valentine's Day meal. This was a meal for Husband to enjoy after he requested a form a chicken that was not shredded. I couldn't actually stomach eating the bites of chicken, but I did enjoy the veggies and couscous! Firefly actually loved the chicken and couscous. <i>Modifications: </i>I didn't flour the chicken, just seared it and put it in the oven while I made the pan sauce. Because I didn't flour the chicken, I used corn starch to thicken the sauce. I added zucchini and yellow squash (because no one in our house really like tomatoes...) for more substance. I think I may have forgotten the paprika and the oregano, but I added some fresh basil both during cooking and a handful on top for the fresh flavor. I served it with couscous, prepared in chicken stock with fresh basil, to soak up the sauce.</div>
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Crockpot Steak Fajitas</div>
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This is one of our favorite meals and it is super easy to make. The most prep required is cutting the steak and the bell peppers. Firefly usually loves the steak, but this time he couldn't get enough of the bell peppers. <i>Modifications:</i> We use 2lbs of steak in order to feed the three of use and still have some for lunch the next day. I use an entire jar of whatever salsa we have on hand because I don't like to measure and honestly, why the hell not. We use the yellow and orange bell peppers and try to avoid the red and green, as I don't like the flavor. </div>
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Pork and Hashbrown Casserole</div>
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This one is simply the equivalent of cheesy hashbrowns with a seared pork chop on the top. Whatever we want to call it, Firefly devoured it and I will make it again.<i> Modifications: </i>I actually almost followed this recipe! I mean its hard to not follow it when it says to add a whole can of this or that. I usually don't like using cream of anything soup, but maybe we'll find a replacement next time. I eyeballed the amount of pre-shredded cheese and also added some herbs. It just needed more flavor. I think this time I used marjoram. </div>
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Brussels Sprout Slaw with Mustard Vinaigrette </div>
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adapted from: <a href="http://elefantitasalegres.blogspot.com/2012/01/menu-sunday_22.html">Kate</a></div>
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So I wasn't so sure how this would go over with the boys and lets just say that Firefly nearly vomiting was a clear indication that he didn't like it, but he's a 1 year old and us adults liked it just fine. <i>Modifications:</i> I left the Brussels quartered and roasted them in the oven because Firefly cannot eat raw veggies yet. We also left out the avocado, grapes and vanilla bean (those suckers are expensive), but it turned out just fine in the end.</div>
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Well that's the week. This week we're off to a shaky start, eating mostly leftovers after our trip last weekend to visit grandparents, but things should get more exciting towards the end of the week!</div>
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Hopefully there will be a picture post soon too, as I have procured a copy of Photoshop CS5 to finally be able to process pictures! I am so ecstatic about being able to finish the hundreds of pictures I have backing up and the possibility of starting to take pictures for others again.</div>
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Until then, Happy eating!</div>
<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-85922610833470437712012-02-13T09:49:00.000-05:002012-02-13T09:49:49.631-05:00Menu Monday {Week 6-February-12}I'm coming back. I'm starting slow. With our weekly menu. I love to cook, but am just getting back into cooking regular meals.<br />
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I had a lot of problems with food while I was pregnant and breastfeeding. I couldn't stomach most foods cooked, let alone raw. Poor Husband survived mostly on what he could make for himself and protein shakes.<br />
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Now Husband is in this kick of trying to eat protein and a lot of it because of his weight lifting 'hobby'. Only he doesn't want ground beef, he'd prefer to avoid pork and I still have issues with chicken. Were trying to make compromises. At least I don't feeling like vomiting every time I cook ground turkey any more! {damn hormones}<br />
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Husband is also trying to avoid to many carbs because they're just filler and won't help him build muscle.<br />
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Plus i'm trying to make a 1 year old happy. Luckily he'll eat almost anything right now! {and can tolerate more spicy foods then his momma}<br />
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So here's what I served up this week...<br />
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Beef and Barely Stew</div>
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This is a throw together meal that I actually have no recipe for. I put stew beef {cubed by the butcher} in the bottom of the crockpot, then throw some carrots, onion and potatoes on top of it until the crockpot is full. Add 1 container of beef stock and fill with water until all the veggies are mostly under water. I add salt, pepper and a few spices {whatever i feel like that day} to taste and add a bay leaf. Cook on low until i get home in the evening. I add 1 cup of barley about an hour before dinner and that's that!</div>
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Parmesan Garlic Chicken with Orzo</div>
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This one seemed like a good compromise for the entire household, but there was to much chicken in it for me. <i>Modifications:</i> I will admit it. I use canned chicken. A lot. When you can go through an entire 10 lbs of chicken in just a few days you start to think of cheaper alternatives. Husband just eats A LOT! So instead of marinating and cooking the chicken in a crockpot, I used 2 cans of chicken and cooked/heated them in garlic and white wine vinegar plus some sugar to balance the acidity of the vinegar {because we don't drink alcohol in our house}. </div>
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I kind of mashed these two recipes together because I really didn't feel like eating ground turkey and I had made the zucchini recipe for a vegetarian before. And of course I can't follow a recipe to save my life. <i>Modifications: </i>I mostly followed the concept for the Simply Recipes meat enchiladas and did the same prep to the zucchinis instead of meat. I substituted the ground beef for turkey. I also used vegetable oil because that's what I had on hand.</div>
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A Quinoa and Corn Hash {of sorts}</div>
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I had family ask me if I had any good recipes for quinoa, which I didn't so I made this one up on the spot. I have no idea the amounts of any ingredients I added, save the quinoa, because I added them until it tasted right. I cooked 1 cup of quinoa in chicken stock according to the package. Saute together 1/2 of an onion with garlic and corn kernels and add to the cooked quinoa. Add lime juice, cumin, salt, pepper and fresh cilantro. It is delish. Perhaps next time I'll try to measure what I added...</div>
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<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-25216223523504157092011-05-20T10:09:00.000-04:002011-05-20T10:09:55.209-04:00Squawking Like MadHave you seen the movie "The Birds" by Hitchcock? <br />
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Well its happening. Birds are invading... our house anyways.<br />
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Last year we had a couple of barn swallows that built a nest above our front door and laid eggs in a matter of just a couple of days. Needless to say we would have knocked it down had we spotted it sooner. It was a huge mess and drove the puppies crazy! After the babies finally flew away to cleaned it up.<br />
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But they came back. <br />
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They started building another nest this spring and not wanting to deal with that again husband would knock their accomplishment down every day. This pissed them off terribly. Finally they gave up. Everything was nice and quiet.<br />
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Until Monday this week. I came home to Husband plotting and squawking coming from the fan in the bathroom. Those damn birds had opened the vent cover with their beaks and flown across a room and a half of tubing to the bathroom fan and started building a new nest. Husband turned the fan on in the bathroom and all hell broke loose. And they got trapped.<br />
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Poor Husband spent the entire evening in the attic to clear them out and removed hand fulls of nesting material. He put up some mesh and we thought we were done. <br />
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The next day we came home to a dead bird hanging from the outside of the vent. Its still there. Its gross. We don't have a ladder tall enough to reach it. <br />
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Then, I was walking to Firefly's room and happened to look at the bathroom ceiling. The fan looked like it was going to fall. Sure enough, there was still a bird up there, stuck, with a broken wing and leg. So Husband got to fish that one out too. He put it by the pond, but it will most likely die too. I hope they all learned there lesson and the rest of the birds be warned! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Husband - Bird Killer</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-10982071841465191652011-05-11T10:27:00.001-04:002011-05-11T10:28:00.131-04:00Motherhood and WorkingEveryone asks how the baby is and how I'm adjusting to motherhood. Well here's the truth.<br />
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The house work was actually getting accomplished better than before baby and I was back in the gym. Everything was going really well<br />
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</tbody></table>And then I had to go back to work...<br />
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Please some one tell me how you do it all? <br />
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We're lucky that Husband is able to stay home with him until July, but I already feel overloaded. And I know it will just get worse when Husband starts his residency. As an intern we're expecting his first two months to work 60+ hours a week (hopefully it will get better then). So I will essentially be doing it all on my own for a couple of months.<br />
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Right now I don't feel like I have time to go to the grocery or run errands, do the laundry and lets not even think about working out because I wouldn't get play with or see him. That's just not fair to him. I get home, feed Firefly, play with him for hopefully an hour or two and he goes to bed. Then I have to take care of the milk and pump equipment from the day. I might get a chance to do the dishes or make dinner. (Thank God for protein shakes because I would surely starve!) I go to bed only to wake up at 4:30 to do it all again. <br />
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I don't really feel like a mother. I'm just marking things off of my to do list every night. I love what I do, but its just killing me right now.<br />
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So I ask you, how do you/have you done it?Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-72012450313104372662011-04-26T10:53:00.002-04:002011-04-26T10:53:33.544-04:00The Last Year Has Been Good to Me<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Its my birthday!! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/02/06/2/1377/13771663/dc/birthday_cake.jpg" width="278" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://lovelybirthday.onsugar.com/home?page=27">via</a></span></div><br />
I am now 28 years old and I'm not sure how I feel about that. <br />
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However, I am excited about where I am in life this year. The last year has definitely been good to me. Last year we were talking about having a baby (less than two weeks later we found out I was pregnant), Husband was in his surgery rotation (which was terrible) and had various other things on our to do list. This year we have our Firefly, Husband is staying at home this month and next, and we have checked of a lot of our to do list with plans to accomplish more soon.<br />
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Everyone was asking me what I wanted for my birthday this year and I could only come up with one thing. I want to celebrate with my little family. <br />
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Its been a good year. Here's to another one this year!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-40738753757691555262011-04-19T09:59:00.005-04:002011-04-19T10:23:34.980-04:00Our little Firefly<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv180/pour-lamour-de/DSC_0104.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 212px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><a href="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv180/pour-lamour-de/DSC_0113.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 319px;" src="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv180/pour-lamour-de/DSC_0113.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv180/pour-lamour-de/DSC_0117.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 212px;" src="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv180/pour-lamour-de/DSC_0117.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv180/pour-lamour-de/DSC_0123.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 319px;" src="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv180/pour-lamour-de/DSC_0123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv180/pour-lamour-de/DSC_0104.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;">Little Firefly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Born 30 December 2010</div><div style="text-align: center;">2:48 am</div><div style="text-align: center;">7 lbs 6 oz</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A few little facts:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>He has/had huge feet! He was wearing 6-18 month socks when we came home from the hospital.</li><li>He never did have that newborn look. He's just always looked like a little toddler.</li><li>He was alert and able to hold his head up a few hours after he was born.</li><li>He gave us quite a fright with a decelerating heart beat, but he was just trying to escape the heart rate monitor.</li><li>Everyone had to ask for pronunciation as to how to say his name. My dad still can't get it right.</li><li><b>Epidurals are fan-freakin'-tastic! </b> Seriously. No joking. We went to the hospital only after I reached my pain threshold (all back labor. OUCH) and then after switching to a different hospital! It was my first demand and it was GLORIOUS!</li><li>We left the hospital after less then 36 hours and were home in time to celebrate the new year. </li></ul>These pictures were taken when he was 4 days old. He is my favorite picture subject ever and he seems to not mind having his picture taken (so far).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-40059935996716310422011-04-19T09:53:00.002-04:002011-04-19T09:58:39.480-04:00Annnnnnd I'm Back! (hopefully for real this time)<div style="text-align: center;">No apologies or excuses. just forgiveness? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Its been a long time and a LOT has happened. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's to a concerted effort to post regularly!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We'll start off with some updates...</div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-59631543517848589272010-10-11T08:05:00.003-04:002010-10-11T08:13:46.870-04:00Belly Talk: HiccupsOur little Firefly has been having hiccups, which makes husband laugh and me annoyed. Yesterday during one such round of hiccups:<div><br /></div><div><i></i></div><blockquote><div><i>Me: {getting annoyed}</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Husband: {reaches over to shake and poke the belly while he tries to 'scare them out of him' while laughing}</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Me: What? Its not funny. Its annoying!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Husband: His bodily functions are just funny.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Me: Yeah only when he's in-utero and they can't make him cry at the top of his lungs.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Husband : {still laughing, apparently set on enjoying it while he can} True...</i></div></blockquote><div><i></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Hiccups are NOT fun!</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-85801648963997526812010-09-24T11:42:00.003-04:002010-09-24T13:01:54.239-04:004 Miles to Beat DaddyTomorrow the entire family will be running in a 4 mile road race. (I wanted to run the half marathon, but that's been put on hold until next year.) It will be Firefly's first race. I will be 26 weeks pregnant. I don't have a chance to finish anywhere close to my energizer bunny Big BIL. But I am determined!<div><br /></div><div>Firefly and I WILL beat Husband. </div><div><br /></div><div>Husband has been plotting strategies to beat me. He's even gone so far as to actually do some cardio training! </div><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow morning its on like donkey kong!</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-42543796890072503622010-09-22T07:53:00.004-04:002011-08-25T07:47:39.692-04:00Congratulations! and A Facebook Announcement?I'm not really sure what to say. No, I mean.... ummmm. Let me start over...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Congratulations to my Little Brother!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He married the nicest girl this last weekend!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I would share pictures, but i'm not sure there are any. I didn't find out until 9:30 last night. </div><div style="text-align: center;">via FACEBOOK! </div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks to the Husband for seeing it posted (cause I don't check the site, ever) and tipping me off to give him a call. I'm just at a loss of what to say. I mean my LB pulls attention grabbing stunts all the time (like when he showed up at our wedding rehearsal in his brand new sports car), but I always figured he would want a big production of a wedding. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh well! Congratulations LB and my new Little SIL!</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-57733947076453691292010-09-13T10:36:00.002-04:002010-09-13T11:37:03.252-04:00No Touchy!<div style="text-align: left;">I am not a touchy-feely type person. I never have been. I hug few people regularly or willingly, including family. The few people I do hug, I hug a lot, but I don't necessarily want to hug them very time I see them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Being pregnant has made this a large issue. Everyone wants to hug me! and touch me! </div><div><br /></div><div>I had my first confrontation at a wedding recently. Apparently at 23 weeks pregnant, its obvious that my body is incubating this wonderful little creature. </div><div><br /></div><div>A not so close 'friend' of my Big Brother decided that she needed to touch my belly AND proceeded to make her husband touch me too. I just stood there frozen, internally screaming "what the hell are you doing???" </div><div><br /></div><div>I wanted to yell, in the words of my favorite Disney Emperor's words, "NO TOUCHY." But I thought maybe an outburst like that a wedding/reception wouldn't be very appropriate. </div><div><br /></div><div>The question is, how do you deal with these people and their need to invade your personal space? </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv180/pour-lamour-de/Blogging%20Pictures/kissbabiessized.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 210px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-15546239241354786432010-08-27T08:10:00.002-04:002010-08-27T08:51:00.083-04:00A Boy and A Girl - 12 Years Ago12 years ago, a girl spotted a boy and a boy spotted a girl. She saw him when they we warming up with a jog around the track and asked who he was. He first spoke to her during circuits in the weight room. They 'played' Ike Ball together. They bonded while she puked from her earlier cross-country practice.<div><br /></div><div>12 years ago, a boy gathered his courage and asked if a girl he barely knew if she would meeting him at the football game between their schools. <div><br /></div><div>He was brave and asked her to be his girlfriend that night.</div><div><br /></div><div>She made him wait. </div><div><br /></div><div>She said yes.</div><div><br /></div><div>They grew up together throughout high school. They matured together through college. They are suffering, surviving and thriving through med school. </div><div><br /></div><div>They are incredibly happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>12 years ago today, all this started and it has all been worth it. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you Husband</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So very very much</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww139/j-jennifer/Zoo%2016%20May%202009/CSC_0251Processing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 630px; height: 450px;" src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww139/j-jennifer/Zoo%2016%20May%202009/CSC_0251Processing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-27231730091533520632010-08-06T07:57:00.003-04:002010-08-06T12:31:14.532-04:00Our Little FireflyThere is something magical about seeing the first firefly every year. The twinkling lights, like stars hanging close to the ground, mark the season. They can make you smile like a child and take you back to those days when holding one in your hands was a thrill.<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://catchingfireflies.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/01/firefly1.jpg" alt="Firefly1" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(</span><a href="http://catchingfireflies.typepad.com/catching_fireflies/2008/06/catching-firefl.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Source</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I remember catching them in my bug box that Grandma's neighbor made for me and putting them on my nightstand, my own little stars floating in my room. <div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://whyfiles.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/1improved-1boy-catching-fireflies.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(</span><a href="http://whyfiles.org/2010/a-flash-in-the-night-sky/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Source</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have always loved fireflies and they still bring the same smile to my face.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There is a special firefly that has a smile on my face lately...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Husband and I have captured our own little Firefly. </span></b></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He's due to arrive January 2nd.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We just found out yesterday that we're expecting a sweet little boy and we couldn't be more excited! I can't wait to put paint on the walls of his room and get everything ready! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(sorry no pictures cause, well, I've just always thought that was a little strange)</span></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-58414538417927022010-05-28T07:29:00.002-04:002010-05-28T09:07:02.600-04:00SprinklersWalking around downtown yesterday was hot and in the sun. Husband and I walked past a sprinkler. <div></div><blockquote><div><i>Me: Oh look a sprinkler! Lets go run through it!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Husband: {laughing at me}</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Me: {in all seriousness} What? I refuse to grow up.... And I will lead our kids by example and show them to run through sprinklers too.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Husband: At least then you won't look as crazy because you'll have kids with you. {still laughing}</i></div></blockquote><div></div><div><br /></div><div>What can I say? I'm a free spirit. I'm in touch with my inner child. I can make my Serious Doctor Husband smile and laugh. We balance each other.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will be the 80 year old woman who likes to play with bubbles and her food and will always want to cross the street to run through a sprinkler. </div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759695718777153124.post-86642375149492904402010-05-21T09:48:00.001-04:002010-05-21T09:49:41.255-04:00Fly Fly AwayI've been gone for a while.<div><br /></div><div>There is a reason. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hope to be back soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>I miss you all!</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15827078144550558208noreply@blogger.com3