Tag: motherhood

  • Jenna

    Ara & Little Boy

    I used to think Maisley had an imaginary friend. Her name was Ara. She talked to her often; on long drives, in the kiddie pool, in bed. After months of inquiring about Ara and google searching the scale of normal for imaginary friends, I found out some other, arguably less disturbing news about who Ara really was. It happened in…

  • Jenna

    The Missing App

    A stolen moment of freedom spent on the porcelain throne. “Hey babe, can you watch the kids? I’ll be back in a ‘minute’ ”. I take off down the habitual rabbit hole of time well wasted; checking in on that complete stranger to see if she had her baby yet. Gmail →  Instagram → Facebook. Something’s missing. Where’s that app…

  • Jenna

    Triggers

    I drove to Creative Mornings with mascara on, feeling brave and un-smudgeable. I met my friend and creative dreaming partner, Suzanne, coincidently twinning in a golden shirt, jeans and brown sandals. It was her birthday and the day before Coura’s birthday. I was feeling excited to hear some inspiring words on creativity. Five minutes into the presentation, the speaker started…

  • Jenna

    Baseball, Granddaughters & 2x4s

    Hey Dadio, Last week was the Padres home opener and the weather hit a soul-quenching 80 here in San Diego (there is so much pollen in the air, your allergies would be off the charts).  Did you hear that the Padres picked up Manny Machado? Remember when we sat so high in the nosebleeds at Angel stadium that I was…

  • Jenna

    I Found My Heart in San Francisco

    This land is your land, this land is my land… Pandora just happened to settle on these words chirped by Elizabeth Mitchell as we drove from Sausalito to San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge catches my breath every time I see it. At first just peeking over Victorian rooftops and then, in plain, awe-inspiring site. We rented a convertible, because…

  • Jenna

    Collections

    When I was little I collected erasers. Not just any ordinary erasers, but really neat erasers that were shaped like animals, shoes, lipstick and people. I would play with my eraser collection for hours like each little rubbery item had a pulse.  I would make up stories, sort them in a special order, and never, ever use them for their…

  • Jenna

    Lessons from the Desert

    “There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen One saguaro, two saguaro, three saguaro, ten. Hundreds more lifelike cacti appeared as we made our way into the Sonoran Desert, away from the sunset, away from home. The darkness was more comforting than usual as I lay my head against the cool glass of the car…

  • Jenna

    Coura’s New Head Gear

    Coura is locked and loaded with her new head gear. After much deliberation and waiting for natural improvement, we decided to move forward with the recommended DOC Band to help correct her moderate plagiocephaly (flat side of the head) that she’s had since birth. While it’s primarily a cosmetic decision that impacts her head shape, facial and ear symmetry, it…

  • Jenna

    The Story of Poppi

    I sweetly overheard Ryan the other night telling Maisley the story of “A Boy Named Poppi”. It gave me the idea to write my own bedtime story about Poppi’s life for the girls to always have. Unlike our other made-up stories about “Sammie the Kangaroo dog” and “Wolf Girl” on her flying scooter, this one is as real as I…

  • Jenna

    Happiest Kids in the World

    There’s currently a book sitting on my nightstand titled: “The Happiest Kids in the World”. It’s ironic to see it sitting there when the big one is in complete hysterics at 5:30am for no reason other than: “I want a banana!” (give her a banana) “No I don’t want a banana!” (throws banana on floor) “I want daddy!” (daddy holds…