I just cleaned out my night table (I’m embarrassed to say, after about 15 years) and found my diary I had written about life with Jenna from 4 -8 years old. I had totally forgotten about it. The diary is a collection of short quips between Jenna and me that reflect, well, Jenna’s view of the world (and me). I’ve chosen a few pretty darn cute interactions to share with you. OK, I may be little biased.
4 years old
- Jenna (when she doesn’t want to eat the rest of her dinner): I’m sick
- Mom: So I guess you can’t have dessert
- Jenna: well, I’m a little sick, but not much
- Jenna (when angry with her dad): I’m going to make an appointment with the Police and he’s going to get you.
5 years old
- Jenna (to librarian): We don’t have our library card, so do you have any books to buy?
- Jenna (to mom): If I put on my pyjamas, can I have an extra “life” [as in Mario-Nintendo]
- Jenna: Mariann sent me to my room today
- Mom: Why?
- Jenna: I yelled and stamped my feet because I told her I didn’t want the juice and she gave it to me anyways. I didn’t like that. I think it’s time to get a new nanny.
- After coming home from a visit with Santa in the mall
- Mom: so what did Santa say?
- Jenna: He said “wow, you’ve grown so much!” He noticed me! He noticed me since I was four. Do you believe he noticed me after 100 months?
- Jenna: (nonchalantly): I woke up in the middle of the night last night and read for awhile
- Mom: (to herself): oh sure!
6 yrs old
- Mom: So tomorrow is your graduation event [from kindergarten]
- Jenna: I’m so excited. It’s not for sure, but I think I’m getting a real award [diploma]
- Jenna’s best friend Jodi was sleeping over and, early on, starting crying about wanting to sleep at her own home with Jenna
- Jenna (to mom): It’s ok Mom. I’ve calmed her down. I’ve got her in a nice comfortable place with a book. Just don’t talk to her about going home. It might start her up again.
- Mariann, Jenna’s nanny is leaving in a week…
- Jenna: For my next nanny, can we line them all up and I’ll choose?
- Mom: No sweetheart, this isn’t Mary Poppins. It doesn’t work like that.
7 years old
- Jenna (angry about having to do chores): Mom, I came out of your stomach to have fun and a good time. I didn’t plan to do chores.
- Jenna: can I have some ice cream?
- Mom: help yourself
- Jenna: it’s ok, I’ll wait till you’re free
- Mom: Jenna, if you’re not in bed by the time I count to 10, there’s no TV tomorrow
- Jenna: OK, I can live with that
- Mom: No TV for the whole day
- Jenna: No, not that long
- Jenna: Mom, is Bugs Bunny Jewish or Christian?
- Mom: I don’t really know. What do you think?
- Jenna: Well, I think he’s Christian because Bugs Bunny doesn’t sound like a Jewish name
8 years old
- After mom took away her TV for not coming to get her nails cut (several warnings later)
- Jenna: Mom, you threatened me and that’s not right. Mom, you’re my role model. Do you want me to grow up and be a mother that threatens her child? Because that’s what you’re teaching me.
- Jenna: Mom, do we have any cocoa?
- Mom: yes
- Jenna: Good, let’s leave Santa some this year. It’s got milk in it and it’ll warm him up. He’s probably sick of plain milk.
- After putting Jenna to bed on Christmas eve, Mom returns a minute later to find Jenna sticking plastic candy canes onto the window (beside the menorah that was already there)
- Mom: what are you doing?
- Jenna: I just want to make sure Santa knows I’m not just Jewish.