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"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet."

Hmmm.... my name.  I really like to be called Jennifer.  Most people call me Jenn.  It's funny.  When I introduce myself to people they either automatically start calling me Jenn when I tell them my name is Jennifer either that or I'm introduced  as Jenn.
It's really not a big deal.  But I thought maybe, just maybe if I put it on my blog people might start calling me Jennifer.  I really like my name.  So there it is.

cupcakes & God.

I made cupcakes with Libby a few days ago.  After we made the batter and poured it into the cups we put them in the oven.  That's when it began... "are the cupcakes done?"  No, honey.  "Are they done now?"  No, Libby.  "Are they done yet?" and so on and so on.  I was amazed at how many times she asked and how quick she was to think that we were withholding from her.  She assumed we wouldn't tell her when they were done.  I had told her she could watch me take them out of the oven, that we would let them cool and then frost them with pink frosting and put sprinkles on them.  And yet she persisted.
It struck me as I was sitting on the couch hearing her whine, beg, plead, and make absolutely positive that they weren't finished baking, how much she was like me.  I'm so quick to assume God is withholding.  I am so afraid I'm going to miss out on the good thing God has for me.  I'm afraid I'm going to miss it frankly.  I'm afraid …

What? Me? Crazy? Of course.

I'm learning to laugh at myself.  I feel so AAAAAGGGGH! Is that a feeling?  I want to order something absolutely delicious and soothing like a Chicaco Uno's pizza and not eat this healthy Kashi pizza.  I don't want to deal with screaming children.  But I do.  I want to hit a pause on the "mom" button but I can't.  Sometimes you just have to let your hair down.  And so as I'm sitting in the office, nibbling my healthy dinner and longing for something super cheesy and delicious I think, wow, my life could be worse.  
I am thankful for God sparing the lives of my children.  I am thankful for God saving me.  I am thankful for having a roof over my head.  The day is gloomy and depressing but I am thankful for the rain- watering the earth.  And yes, though there is healthy food there is also a strawberry and blueberry "cobbler" to anticipate at the end.
I am tired.  But I am not without hope.  I am discouraged by the kids' racking coughs, the slight…

5 years.

Mon coeur.
On September 6 of 2003 Mike and I got married.  Wow, 5 years ago.  It's been a wonderful, crazy, difficult 5 years.  Lots of adventure.  Lots of heartache.  Lots of children.
Baby, I am so blessed to have you as my husband.  I wouldn't trade you for the world.  You amaze me everyday with your love and kindness.  I fall more and more in love with you every day.  Thank you for your faithfulness, your loyalty, gentleness and patience with me.  You make me bloom.  Here's to the next 5... and 50 years!

The Diaper Bag.


Papa's Girl.

There is something breathtakingly precious about the way Mike loves our daughter, Libby.  She loves and trusts her Papa! She is sad when he leaves for work and eagerly anticipates seeing him every day when gets home.  Recently Mike took Libby on a date.  As she was getting ready to leave she even let me "twizzle" (braid) her hair so that she could look extra pretty for Papa. They went to a Chinese Pagoda in Norfolk and looked at the fish in a huge koi pond.  She was very eager to tell me all about her date.  She got to have a cookie and a "special milk" (chocolate milk) from Starbucks and they went and looked at the big fish!  The next day she asked me if they were going to do it again.  I told her not today.  I love that she looks forward to time with Mike.  She's definitely Papa's girl!

My little monkey.

I love to watch Samuel interact with Mike.  He laughs, plays, screams, yells, runs around and treats Mike like his personal jungle gym.  I love to see Samuel laugh and see his cute dimples when he smiles.  Samuel is very lean.  By that I mean he's very skinny but strong as an ox.  His language skills have been improving and some of my favorite new expressions are: while chasing after Libby, "Leeettttss go!" or "Waaaaaaiiiiit!"
Hm, I guess I just grow more in love with my kids everyday.  I love you Samuel.

Happy Birthday Mom!

It's 12:11 a.m. in the morning.  Today is my mom's birthday.  I have friends all over the place who have just had babies.  And more than 20 years ago and some change (wink-wink) my  mom was born.  And did I mention I am 28?  Okay, so more than a little bit ago my mom was born.  Thank God for her.  Where would I be without my mom?  
My mom is an amazing person.  She's had a very strange, hard, challenging, anxiety-provoking life and yet she is a wonderful, patient, kind, generous, thoughtful person.  She is also slightly crazy, but where else did you think I got it from?  She lets me know that she loves me and she tells me that I'm her treasure.  I love that.  I really do feel treasured by her.  She's one of those moms that you know still love you even if you've done something absolutely awful.  And she's my friend.  My mom is my best girl-friend.  Know what I mean?  Mike is my best friend but when it comes to the female sex my mom takes the cake regarding fr…

What I do.

Oh yes, by the way, I had a stomach bug for 2 days.  I am much recovered now.  Just tired.

Tired. Quotes.

You know you're tired when you almost:
-put the Saran wrap in the freezer -the opened soymilk in the pantry -the crackers in the refrigerator -you realize you're very hot but didn't realize you could turn on a fan :) - your children (Libby) tell you to go take a rest - you sleep 10 hours and wake up still exhausted.
Libby's recent quotes:
"When I grow up I want to be a robot." "Actually, I don't want to." "I don't want to try to go to sleep.  I'm NOT resting.  I don't like this!"
Samuel: "Gookie?"  Cookie "Go-gos?" Goldfish
and my latest favorite "Mwah-Me"  which sounds an awful like "mommy" but it isn't the same thing.  When we give kisses in our house the sound "mwah" is accompanied with it.  So when he says "mwah-me" it means kiss me.  Isn't that the sweetest?


It is 9:43 p.m. and this is the first time I can remember sitting down today (besides nursing) or to quickly shovel food in.  Hm.
Today was a mix day.  What I mean by that is that it was good but it was very full and it had a lot of mixed emotions.
We started school today.  I woke up late.  Fed the kids.  attempted to do dishes and start school.  After nursing Ian, I got right down to it.  But there was one problem.  Libby understand that we were going to have school at home.  She even understood that I was her teacher.  But what she didn't understand is where the other "families and friends" were.  "Where is Gracie and Gundo?" Her friends from the nursery school up in Philadelphia.  Sigh.
Finally, she was content to just "pretending school".  We sang songs and practiced a Bible verse (Genesis 1:1).  We colored.  We talked about colors and shapes.  We played with play-doh and she painted two pictures.  We even had a snack.  
The laundry is all done.  The …