Bienvenue Baby Sean

I have a brand new baby nephew: Sean Lloyd Jensen. When I went to the hospital to check up on the little guy, I took one look at my sister, took a double take and thought "Holy crap! She doesn't look like she was hit by a bus at all - not even close to looking like she was hit by a bus! In fact, she looks...good!" I was amazed because after I had Russell, I looked like I had been circle beaten by a bunch of UFC champions, dropped off the side of a building, whereupon, I was impaled by a fence post! The fact that she looked "good" reassured me that perhaps the next time around (yes, I would do it again) might not be as physically taxing. Maybe it would only look like I was mowed down by a Smart Car. We'll see.

Anyways, baby Sean is as perfect as a baby can be and I had to remind myself not to call him Russell which made me want to have another baby to give Russell a cute little brother (or sister) which made me remember how I looked after I gave birth, which made me think better of the idea. Phew! It was a full circle moment. I guess what I'm trying to say is congratulations Jenny and Josh!!

J

Out With the Old

Ken and I have just survived the "Great Purge." We both seemed to tire of the limited space in our closet at the same time and spent a Saturday accomplishing the long overdue task of sorting and chucking. How many striped sweaters can a guy have? Apparently, 15!! That he never wears...EVER! Not to be outdone by my husband, however, I too was guilty of hoarding an insane amount of clothing that I never wear probably because I can't fit into two thirds of it. It was sad and liberating to see it all go to good will. Good bye old friends; hello shopping!...I mean closet space.

J

2 Years

Let me preface this post by saying that Ken is not a romantic. He does not plan ahead for special events; he does not whisper sweet nothings in my ear (unless they are dripping with sarcasm) and he does not surprise me with...well...anything. He is a scientist, an introvert, and...a robot...haha just kidding!

That being said, yesterday was our 2 year Anniversary and I knew that I wasn't going to wake up to flowers or some sort of well thought out gift or surprise. So I had a surprise of my own up my sleeve. I found the perfect card to give to Ken and it read something like this:

Some girls need chocolates or presents to feel special on their Anniversary/ but all I need is YOU (because I have no other choice)/ Happy Anniversary!

I thought it was hilarious when I saw it in the store but, for some reason, Ken didn't find it nearly as amusing. And then I gave him a box of Purdy's chocolates, that he became very excited about eating, just to drive the irony home...haha.

It's true though - as corny and trite as it sounds - all I need is him. And that's exactly who I had that night when we had a three course dinner at the rotating 360 Restaurant in the Calgary Tower. The scenery was wonderful, the food was delicious but the company was far superior.

J

Life is a Song

I've always loved Simon and Garfunkel's "Song for the Asking" but now that I'm married and have started a family I love it even more because it makes me think of them.

J

Did I Say Countdown?

Umm...so...you know my last post where I said that I would be posting something romantic every day as a countdown to my Anniversary? Well...what I really meant was that I may or may not post something every day. Phew...glad that's cleared up. Anyways, I guess I'll tell you about the first time Ken told me he loved me. It was VERY romantic!

(Jane and Ken cuddling on the couch in comfortable silence until...)

Ken: You know, Jane, I like you a lot. -Long Pause-. One might even say that I love you.

Jane: (Short Pause) Well, one might even say that I love you back.

Ken: Might? I knew I liked you more. -Big smile-.

To this day, he is so proud of himself for that moment. However, although he might have said "I love you" first, I kissed him first and got the ball rolling so there!

J

Countdown to Valentine's Day

I have never been, nor am I now, a great celebrator of Valentine's Day. However, since my Wedding Anniversary falls on February 15th, the day after Valentine's Day, we celebrate both simultaneously. I like it because it makes Valentine's Day seem more trivial which makes our Anniversary all that more the focus. I hope that makes sense to everyone else who doesn't share my sometimes wonky sense of logic. Anyways, I thought I would share a brief anecdote or comic or quote every day until V-Day which, in a way, is really a countdown to my Anniversary.

J

Fire and Ice

We finally went skating with Russ yesterday and he absolutely loved it! I thought he would get too cold with the wind whipping by on the ice but the boy is immune to the cold. Afterward, we went home to some hot chocolate (Russ had warm formula) and a movie. It was a perfect evening! This whole motherhood thing isn't so bad. I may even like it...but shhh...don't tell Russ.

J

Analyze This

Every so often I experience a reoccurring dream where I attend my own funeral. I float above myself and watch all the important people in my life grieve together and say wonderful things about me. When I woke up I would joke to myself that all I had to do to get people to compliment me was die! Just kidding...but that would totally be an extreme way to fish for compliments. Anyway, today I was bored and decided to look up on the internet what my dream might mean. I came across a site that has this to say about it:

To dream of your own death, indicates a transitional phase in your life. You are becoming more enlightened or spiritual. Alternatively, you are trying desperately to escape the demands of your daily life.

I don't think I'm "desperately trying to escape the demands of my daily life;" however, I do think that perhaps I am becoming a little more spiritual, or at the very least, more introspective. For example, the other day I was doing some Yoga (Ken got me a DVD for Christmas) and usually I'm too busy trying to get the position right or trying to focus on my breathing to really get anything spiritual out of it but this time when the end of the session neared and I was breathing correctly and I was listening to the instructor talk about being grateful and letting go of all negative energy and filling your heart and mind with positive energy - I actually started to cry! It was kind of strange but kind of awesome at the same time. Anyways, I hope that my dream is indicative of this type of spiritual growth and not the other interpretation. Who knows...maybe I'm subconsciously repressing my desperateness but if anyone tells me that I will deny, deny, deny!!!

J