Category Archives: Jenna
The other day I was driving in my car and asked Miles what he wanted to listen to. I was assuming I would get bear hunt or some other children’s CD request. Nope. He wanted Jazz. Not any Jazz but Billie Holiday. I seriously listened to Billie Holiday everyday when I was pregnant with Miles, driving to and from work. It is the only thing I never get sick of. I love the nostalic feelings that accompany her tunes. He still mellows out when I put on a record. Such an amazing and beautiful woman with a whole lot of soul.
I am of the opinion that your surroundings reflect your person. Your home is where your heart is, right? I love my home and I love when a room or space makes you feel cosy, and comfortable. When at antique stores or at a flea market I am always on the lookout for something that I want to look at and will inspire me. I absolutely cannot resist purposeful clutter. A friend once came into my house and said that it looked like I loved and displayed all of my possessions for all to see. Above are some pictures of spaces that I would love to sit in.
So my husband is officially obsessed with shoes. It is a serious addiction. Our closet is filled with incredibly nice footwear. I didn’t get it for a long time and after months of watching his excitement as the UPS man would pull up in front of the house, I finally am going to join the party. Here is my new obsession. Boots. Rugged man boots. Maybe the choice of burliness is due to my far from dainty feet or the fact that I can wear through the soles of a pair of Toms in less than two weeks.
I have so many males in my life. I am surrounded by testosterone. On a daily basis I am headbutted, kneed, and hit with some flying object. Despite the destruction factor, I absolutely love having such curious, wild, and insane company. Just because we had a tea party yesterday doesn’t mean anything.
Miles as a dinosaur knight in his bathrobe. We hit the costume stores after halloween. It’s amazing how many random dress up items you can procure. It always comes back to pirates, knights, and storm troopers. He doesn’t even know what Star Wars is and he is still obsessed with it. You cannot deny the power of the force.
Yes, those are coyboy boots. His lellow boots were soaked from the previous day’s romping.
This kid is insane. I push him as high as the swing will take him and he still pulls the chains so that he bounces around. He has no fear. We bought him a Spiderman Razor and the first hill he came across he hurtled himself toward, speed wobbling down, then flying head first into the dirt border. He laid out on the grass, slowly picking at the blades debating his response. When asked if he was okay he calmly replied, “no. that really, really hurt.” Then back up to do it again.
My sweet little Oliver.