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Hi there! I'm Jennifer. Thought I would tell you a little bit about myself and my family.
I'm the mom of two girls...Lissy, who was born in September 2002 and Anja, born in December 2005.. Lissy is our princess, and hasn't always had it easy. She suffers from a type of epilepsy called Complex Partial Seizures. She also has several delays and learning/behavior disorders. Whether these are the cause of her epilepsy or the epilepsy caused them, we don't know. We do know they are related, and we know that mental health disorders are genetic. Which means that in a roundabout way her epilepsy is my fault, or shall I say my DNA's fault. At least she got something from me! :-)
Anja is our angel, and is the happy one. The child is literally always smiling, until she's not happy. Then watch out, cause hell hath no fury than an angel scorned. Anja is blessedly normal, well actually she is advanced for her age. This is in part to her older sister teaching her to do everything from talking to walking to playing with Mommy's make-up and jewelry.
Both girls get along great, except when they aren't. But don't worry, that only happens once or twice a day. Actually, I'm proud to say my girls have a relationship that is extremely close, and has absolutely nothing to do with me, or my husband. We tend to let them go it alone when it comes to sisterly bonding. Which, thankfully has worked. So if you ask me for advice on how to get your kids to get along, I'm liable to tell you to stay out of it unless they are drawing blood, and let them beat the crap out of each other until they like each other. And yes, I actually have said that to other people, and yes most of them did think I was nuts. A minority actually saw the logic behind it, scarily enough.
My husband is John, the love of my life and my rock. He first got my attention by teling me the worst joke I've ever heard in my life. It must have worked, cause six and half months later we were married and celebrated our first anniversary with Lissy in tow. What else can I say, except to publicly admit the man has had to deal with a lot of crap since being married to me and he not only put up with it, but he asks for more. And no, he's not mentally ill. He's just a saint, hero, and all around great guy. And I'm quoting my parents.
Our extended family is small and simple on his side, large and complex on hers. But at the end of the day all that matters is we love each and every one of them, and they love us. Well, that and the fact my girls have six grandparents, three great-grandparents and lots of aunts, uncles, cousins and others to spoil and play with them. We don't live close to any of them, unfortunately. But we visit often and talk even more.
We don't live near family, but we do live at the beach. It's practically our paradise. Both girls are certified beach babies, can spot rip tides and know what shells to pick up and what to leave behind. In exchange for having the beach, we put up with a lot of tourists, mainly in the summer months. It's all good though, as John works in industries that make money off the tourons, as I call them. And others call them. It's a term of endearment actually, and references the fact the hot sun fries your brain to the point you don't think properly. And it's a play on words. Tourist+moron=touron. Get it? Seriously though...one thing I have learned is vacations can be fun, but they also are the most stressful things people do. Which may be why I don't take a lot of vacations. Most of our trips are to see family, which is my idea of fun.
We also have pets-currently two of them. Lulu and Nino are our cats, both about six months apart and both completely nuts. I'm proud to say all three of our animals are rescues, and from unusual places. They are such an active part of our daily lives, we consider them extra children.
Why blog? Because I like to write. Because I find sharing my life therapeutic. And also because others have told me they enjoy it. I enjoy reading about their lives, so it's all good.
There is more, lots more. Our story is long, and full of unexpected surprises along the way. Who's isn't? But for now...that us. |