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These are the crazy confessions of a novice mommy and her adventures in world "mom-ination." If you've followed my blog on PEOPLE.com/Babies, or read my new book Situation Momedy: A First-Time Mom's Guide to Laughing Your Way Through Pregancy & Year One, you're likely already familiar with my writing style and “Mommy-centric” blog fodder. If not, I'll introduce myself with this brief summary: Suffice it to say, I have kids. Two, in fact. Now, I’m not suggesting this defines me entirely, but it certainly goes a long way toward explaining my daily trials and tribulations with spit-up and dirty diapers. I also have five dogs, which throws some wacky canine parenting in the mix too. I hope you’ll continue coming back again and again for more of my motherhood anecdotes, and I look forward to hearing from you. If you haven't yet read "Situation Momedy," I hope you'll check it out! You can find a link for purchase under the "links" tab above. It makes a fun baby shower gift, even if you aren't a new mom yourself! The sequel, Situation Momedy: A Very Special Episode in Toddlerdom, is due to be released by Medallion Press in February 2017. Please feel free to follow me on Twitter and Instagram too!

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Archive for 'Then & Now'

September 5, 2014
Whatever Floats Your Boat (Left: 10-year-old me in 1987, on a ferry ride down the Connecticut River/ Right: 2-year-old Gray on her 1st ferry ride on the Long Island Sound)

Whatever Floats Your Boat (Left: 10-year-old me in 1987, on a ferry ride down the Connecticut River/ Right: 2-year-old Gray on her 1st ferry ride on the Long Island Sound)

 

 

I don’t recall the first time I climbed aboard a boat and set sail. According to my mom, my inaugural “boating excursion” was on the little doohickeys that take you through “It’s A Small World” at Disney World, Florida. Which, I suppose, may go a long way toward explaining why I’ve never really relished the idea of owning my own seafaring vessel.

On the other hand, I can easily recall the first time Gray stepped foot on a boat. Since it was last month, even my crazy pregnancy brain can’t steal the memory from me! The event transpired during our trip to the East Coast, and it was an adventure that was mildly more seaworthy than the one my own childhood had to offer. In an effort to get from Connecticut to Long Island, we opted to take the ferry across. Somehow, the thought of driving through the traffic in Queens was slightly less enthralling than being tarred and feathered (In a windstorm. In the Arctic.), so the ferry seemed like a sound choice. Our fun little trek had the side benefit of giving Gray an opportunity to experience something new and memorable.

In advance of our travel day, Gray was looking forward to the ride with bated breath. “I’m so excited!” she’d exclaimed for several hours before our trip began. But lo’ and behold, the voyage itself fell short of what any of us might call “fun.” Having had her naptime cut short (which can make for a no good, very bad day where a two-year-old is concerned), Gray was bawling the whole ride out. Even French fries couldn’t calm her inner naptime monster. You think the Loch Ness is intimidating? You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, folks. It didn’t help that we were traveling on a very crowded Saturday during the summer, and couldn’t find a seat away from the bright sunshine. I’ll admit my mood was less than stellar by the end of the trip too. Pregnancy + relentless heat + hunger = one mildly unhappy mama.

Fortunately, our return trip was less…um… feisty. Contentious. Disastrous. Emotionally exacting. (And every other word my inner dictionary might be able to come up with.) At long last, our much-anticipated boat ride was as exciting and enjoyable as we’d hoped it would be…

We came, we saw, we photographed.

A Happier Return Trip!

A Happier Return Trip!

Before I go, a giant congrats to Christy of Jacksonville, Florida, who won my August Dr. BBQ book giveaway contest! Wishing you many happy and healthy meals…

Until next time… Peace, Love, and Dirty Diapers,

Jenna von Oy

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February 28, 2014

Let’s be honest, one’s parenting style is usually a combination of methods. Those methods are based on ideas we’ve read about in magazines or books, techniques we’ve discovered while surfing the Internet, advice we’ve received from friends and family, a lifetime of observing other people’s tactics, and a whole lot of personal trial and error. We consider all of our past experiences, mix in a bit of outside influence, and then forge our own unique parenting path. Which is, I believe, exactly as it should be.

Lately, I’ve become keenly aware of the role my past plays in how I raise my daughter. It turns out I’m totally guilty of helping history to repeat itself—for better or worse! If you’re even remotely confused by what I’m talking about, I’m referring to those funny little phrases that leave your lips only seconds before you think, “Crap. Did I just channel my mother?” You know, like the moment your kids are fighting in the back seat of the car, and you find yourself saying, “Stop it right now or I’m pulling this car over!”  Inevitably, we bring some of our childhood experiences with us… we can only hope it’s the good stuff.

With this in mind, I’ve decided to add a new category to my blog: “Then & Now.” It is a way to incorporate some of the stories and pictures from my own past, many which seem to parallel my current parenting adventures. If nothing else, I figure you’ll enjoy laughing at the ridiculous photos I’ve dredged up!

 

Sit Down!

Sit Down! (Left: little me in 1979/Right: Gray in 2014)

 

For my first edition of “Then & Now,” I thought I’d tackle this little childhood gem: my propensity to climb on televisions, tables, sofas, and the like. Of course, since payback’s a you-know-what, my daughter delights in the same pastime. Ne’er a day goes by that I don’t catch myself shouting the words, “Sit down!” into the wind. In fact, I use that phrase so often that Gray has begun telling herself to sit down before the words have even escaped my lips. This scenario is typically followed by the sort of maniacal laughter only a two year-old (well, almost two) can deliver. The impish gleam in her eyes is a familiar one, and it takes me back to my youth… Oh how we rascals love to scale the furniture!

 

Wish me luck. I need it.

 

Until next time… Peace, Love, and Dirty Diapers,

 

Jenna von Oy

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