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Home › Diaries › Jenna › January 16, 2001

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January 16, 2001

I woke up this morning feeling as if I needed to be a super mom today. Have you ever had one of those days? The kids have their father to thank in part because he let me sleep late (and he did a little with the laundry)! When I got up, I offered to cook breakfast -- my children are sick of oatmeal and Aaron has started refusing to eat it -- but everyone turned me down. Anne and I ate oatmeal. (She won't complain. She just loves to eat.) Next, I spent some quality time with the kids, or at least I attempted to, but Kirk did something to the computer so I had to spend at least 30 minutes trying to fix it. I fixed the computer, changed Anne and then it was time to start lunch. Well, you know how I said my kids are beginning to hate oatmeal? There will be a coup if I serve one more peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. For the past few days, I have been trying to get a little more creative with meals. I've done the Lunchable type thing -- I served crackers, ham, cheese, fruit and ants-on-a-log. I've actually cooked -- not really, I made grilled cheese or I got out dinner leftovers. The point I'm trying to make is that I have actually tried. I hit the jackpot today. Like I said, I was feeling super momish. My children ate food from every food group, cleaned their plates and didn't ask for dessert. I made hot dogs stuffed with cheese, I made a big plate of cut up fruits and a plate of veggies, and some sliced cheese and crackers. (I cup up a banana, an apple, an orange and some grapes, two carrots and celery for ants-on-a-log.) When my children left the table, there was about half a carrot, three half grapes and an odd banana slice or two (one of which was stuck to a chair leg) left over. Is it sad that a single healthy meal makes me feel like a super mom? NO, I say. I have also done laundry, given out fair punishments and stuck to them, vacuumed the floor, cleaned the carpet, and at this very moment I am cleaning the house. I've only been at it for five hours and I have three kids under the age of 6. Go, Jenna. Go, Jenna. I just feel so energized and ready to take on the world today. I'm going to shave my legs, do my nails and when the kids get up from their naps, we're going to have special no TV play and read time. Yah!

I was privileged to be the sole audience member at a private concert yesterday. It was a fairly new band. The drummer was short, blond and pretty cute. The guitarist was tall, thin and if you considered him even half as hot as he thought he was, he could easily be one of People’s sexiest men (or boys) of the year. The lead singer was obviously the youngest in the group. She was petite, very attractive and boy could she shake her hips. The guitarist was the obvious leader of the band and was having a tough time keeping the group together. It was as if they were each playing/singing a different song. I wouldn't call them the next Osmonds, or Jackson 5, or even Hansen. I'm not even sure how to classify their style of music, but in my opinion it was a style only a mother could love. And I did.

Anne has finally begun walking. She'll take three or four steps to get to something else to hold on to. I have to be happy about that. We had taken her to the doctor a few weeks ago, right before or right after her birthday. She only weighed 18 pounds 12 ounces. I really need to see what my boys weighed at a year. It will be interesting to see what the difference is. Anne is becoming more and more one of the guys. She hangs out with her brothers, laughs at her brothers and plays with them. Sunday, on the way to church, she was holding a baby. She would reach it out to just in Aaron's grasp and then pull it away again. She thought it was hysterical, but Aaron finally started crying. He got back at her, as she did it again he grabbed it away from her and threw it to the floor.

Aaron is really cute. He has a great sense of humor and is one of the most sensitive and loving babies you'll ever meet. Aaron is as dumb as a brick. DH and I have joked privately many times that he'll have to make it through life with his looks or personality. He's the kid who beats his head on a wall, or keeps doing the same painful thing over and over and over again and then looks at you as if to say "Why are YOU doing this to me?" Yesterday, I was trying to clear the floor for Anne and I put a laundry basket into an unused play pen. Aaron proceeds to climb into the playpen and into the basket. Picture this, OK. I am watching my 2-year-old son standing in a laundry basket, holding the side of the same laundry basket, pulling with all his might, trying to lift the very same basket in which he is standing. He gets mad. He screams. He looks at me, eyes blazing, flames licking his temples, positioned like an Olympic weight lifter. He cannot figure out why he is unable to lift this laundry basked that he has picked up and moved so many times before. Why can't he lift this basket that he is standing in? Did I help him? Of course not. I was laughing too hard. It was one of the most ridiculous things I have ever seen in my life. It ended in 30 seconds once he got so mad that he threw himself backward in a bit of a tantrum. That is when I picked him up and moved him onto a task that was more simple and less ridiculous.

BTW, I do not really think Aaron is as dumb as a brick, he is a very clever boy and can speak very well. I am very proud of Aaron. He does do many dumb things, though.



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