Jennifer Who?

I am Jen and this is my blog.

My story is a familiar one: girl meets boy.  Girl falls in love with boy.  Girl marries boy.  Girl and boy start family.  Girl realizes life with children is beyond CRAZY!  I took the leap and quit my job to stay at home full time with my sweet baby girl Olivia and my handsome baby boy Miles.  My husband Ryan, runs a successful design business from home which makes for a very busy O'Donnell household.  My day-to-day struggle is to find the balance in this circus without plunging head first in to a sea of senility.

I love all things design and I find numerous things that inspire me everywhere.  I wanted to create this blog as an inspiration journal so to speak, and to share with all of you, the things that make me happy.  Enjoy!

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Sunday
Jun192011

Happy Father's Day Part 2

And of course to the love of my life, Ryan.  You are an amazing Father.  You have had your fair share of frustrations and tears but I see the way Olivia looks at you and it is pure love and admiration.  You can make her laugh harder than anyone else and I know for a fact, there is no other person she would prefer to dance with more than you.  Miles is coming in to his own but I know he will have the best role model in you.  You are passionate and devoted. Besides, who else could teach them a fist bump with explosion with more enthusiasm than you?

I know you struggle with a balance between work and parenthood but our children know that you love them unconditionally and that's all I could ask for.  I know I don't say it nearly enough that you are a wonderful Father and our children and myself are dearly lucky to have you.  Happy Father's Day my love.



Sunday
Jun192011

Happy Father's Day Part 1

Dad, you have showed me that one person is capable of displaying an immense amount of patience and love.  Patience is something I struggle with each day with Olivia and Miles and I often think back and wonder how you did it.  I recall one late evening when I was around nine years old, I was lying in bed have tremendous anxiety over my clarinet.  I had just started playing it at school and we were required to take it apart and reassemble it.  I was crying to myself, agonizing over the fact that I could not do this and I would be an utter failure.  My Father, on his way to bed, heard my muffled cries from my bedroom.  You came in and took the time to walk me through the steps right there at midnight in the middle of my room.  There was no sense of urgency in your voice or actions that it was late and you needed to go to bed.  You took however long it would take to make sure I was comfortable in what ever it was I was anxious about.

I remember endless evenings of tears and long division at the kitchen table and you maintained your quiet yet comforting demeanor.  I think of myself as a parent today and how quick I am to brush off Olivia when she is freaking out over what I consider to be a minor problem.  But I should remember the time you took for me and how much I appreciated it.  These minor issues to an adult were tremendous to a child and I'm not sure how I would have coped if I didn't have you to listen and walk me through things.

You were the Dad who always volunteered to be a parent driver on field trips and don't think I forgot how you survived an entire roundtrip journey to the Hershey Chocolate Factory in Oakdale listening to the New Kids on the Block CD on repeat while six third grade girls squealed in delight.  Not once did I hear you groan or gripe. 

You were never one to ever be truly upset but we knew in your face when you were disappointed.  The day I received two traffic tickets within twenty minutes of each other, I knew I would have rather been banished then to see the look of disappointment on your face and I was right.  You said maybe a total of ten words and it was enough to make me feel like the smallest person on the planet.  I must learn how to do this because I talk myself silly trying to get a point across to Liv.

To the Dad who taught me the art of teasing and the importance of always maintaining a full tank in your car (just in case of emergencies), have a most happiest of happy Father's day and of course, I love you.