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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Thu, 18 Mar 2010 18:09:50 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>the one little one</title><subtitle>the one little one</subtitle><id>http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/atom.xml"/><updated>2010-03-17T18:33:53Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>we are...</title><id>http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/17/we-are.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/17/we-are.html"/><author><name>jenica</name></author><published>2010-03-17T18:09:48Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:09:48Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><a title="mama love I by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4440581675/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4440581675_50fa8030fa_o.jpg" alt="mama love I" width="1024" height="1024" /></a></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 140%;">e:</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;"><strong>I Am</strong> </span></p>
<div></div>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;">I am loud and cute <br />I wonder about what the scriptures say sometimes <br />I hear "i love you" <br />I see one of mama's paintings <br />I want to be a good artist <br />I am loud and cute<br /><br />I pretend to be a spy <br />I feel love <br />I touch a teddy bear <br />I worry about my ex-auntie <br />I cry when i have pain <br />I am loud and cute<br /><br />I understand my mama <br />I say i believe in angels <br />I dream about finding something lost <br />I try to choose the right <br />I hope to see God <br />I am loud and cute </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 120%;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 140%;">f:&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;"><strong>I Am</strong> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;">I am goofy and smart <br />I wonder about healthy food <br />I hear the waves when i close my ears <br />I see an apple <br />I want five cookies <br />I am goofy and smart<br /><br />I pretend to be a ninja <br />I feel happy <br />I touch cars <br />I worry about being lonely <br />I cry over silly spankin's <br />I am goofy and smart<br /><br />I understand jesus <br />I say santa claus! <br />I dream about food <br />I try to clean <br />I hope for a brother <br />I am goofy and smart </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 140%;">G:</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;"><strong>I Am</strong> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;">I am creative and cute <br />I wonder about how to be a mama <br />I hear the sound of the "puter" <br />I see colors in the outside trees <br />I want a pretty drum <br />I am creative and cute<br /><br />I pretend that i'm a mom <br />I feel my heart <br />I touch my sister's ring <br />I worry about knife throwers <br />I cry when my little sister bites me <br />I am creative and cute<br /><br />I understand how to cook <br />I say i believe in my sister <br />I dream about my sister and me trying to escape from a monster that was trying to eat us <br />I try to make <br />I hope for a toy cat <br />I am creative and cute </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 140%;">h:</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;"><strong>I Am</strong> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;">I am a baby <br />I wonder about kitties <br />I hear a dog <br />I see a kitty <br />I want a kitty <br />I am a baby<br /><br />I pretend to be a princess <br />I feel happy <br />I touch the screen <br />I worry about monsters <br />I cry about scary dreams <br />I am a baby<br /><br />I understand how to kiss <br />I say blankies <br />I dream about my blanky outside <br />I try to be big <br />I hope for a kitty <br />I am a baby </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><a title="mama love II by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4441364440/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2724/4441364440_11a78e9626_o.jpg" alt="mama love II" width="1024" height="1024" /></a></p>
<div>all poems written entirely by each child, write one of your own <a href="http://ettcweb.lr.k12.nj.us/forms/iampoem.htm">here</a>. and be prepared, kids aren't afraid to get vulnerable and say both adorable and astonishing things. simply beautiful, just as they are.</div>]]></content></entry><entry><title>continuing the quest</title><id>http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/17/continuing-the-quest.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/17/continuing-the-quest.html"/><author><name>jenica</name></author><published>2010-03-17T06:18:00Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T06:18:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>for the past 5 weeks i've slept for no more than 4 hours at a time. granted, i know i've done this before, but this time is all the more frustrating because i have no endorphin release from nursing. i don't think much about sleep until i don't get any, then it's all consuming. when my head hits the pillow there's simply no sleep, no tiredness, no dreams. i lay still and run over my meditation techniques (i did, afterall, have all four babies naturally, using meditation and breathing to guide me through... sleep, it should be cake). but nothing.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>*blink, blink*</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>i talk to everyone i know about it, hoping for an answer, and finally yesterday the answer came. it sounds so simple and honestly i hesitate to even write it because it IS so simple, but if it can help someone else struggling with insomnia, then it's worth it.</p>
<p>sleep ettiquette:</p>
<ul>
<li>everyone knows that there are different levels of sleep, but <strong>there are also different levels of wakefulness</strong>. in order to teach the body to go from awake to asleep quickly, you also have to teach the body to go from sleep to awake quickly. </li>
<li><strong>stop keeping track</strong> of how much sleep you get, or don't get. move the clock so you can't see it. before i had lasik i used to sleep with my clock ON.MY.BED. i became obsessed with how little sleep i was getting.</li>
<li><strong>rise at the same time every morning</strong>, within 10 minutes, including weekends. when you wake, immediately turn on bright lights or step out into the sun to wake fully.</li>
<li><strong>stay awake all day</strong>... this is the part that seems like a no brainer, but for me i get to my baby's nap time and all i can think about is how much i neeeeed sleep, how cranky i am, how i'm actually doing everyone a favor by just going to bed. so this is gonna take a lot of faith for me to actually make it through the whole day. i've gotta keep busy, keep myself around people--so i don't take my crankiness out on my little ones.</li>
<li><strong>exercise, eat whole foods, and get off caffeine</strong>.</li>
<li><strong>go to bed when tired</strong>, but after the kids. ;-D set a routine in the evenings to lull yourself into tiredness.</li>
</ul>
<p>simple? yes. effective? yes.</p>
<p>pray for me.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>home texture</title><id>http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/12/home-texture.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/12/home-texture.html"/><author><name>jenica</name></author><published>2010-03-13T03:48:08Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T03:48:08Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left;">after blogging about <a href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/outofashes/2010/3/10/texture.html">texture</a> on <a href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/outofashes/">the ole art blog,</a> <a href="http://shonastudio.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-fun-photo-activity-to-do-with.html">shona</a> showed me an awesome way to bring this home (based on <a href="http://acornpies.blogspot.com/2010/03/texture.html">acorn pies</a>).&nbsp; armed with my camera and a sense of wonder, E ventured outside in search of texture.&nbsp; this is what she found:</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<a title="006 by sh00ting.star, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sh00tingstar/4425971158/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2764/4425971158_386d4c4c52_b.jpg" alt="006" width="1024" height="685" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="021 by sh00ting.star, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sh00tingstar/4425209601/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4425209601_780ecc5a89.jpg" alt="021" width="500" height="334" /></a> <a title="032 by sh00ting.star, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sh00tingstar/4425974470/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4425974470_6c5426a6f6.jpg" alt="032" width="500" height="334" /></a> <a title="DSC_0305 by sh00ting.star, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sh00tingstar/4425212543/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2774/4425212543_d5d3ffba4b.jpg" alt="DSC_0305" width="500" height="334" /></a> <a title="DSC_0316 by sh00ting.star, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sh00tingstar/4425975558/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4425975558_56422fbfaa.jpg" alt="DSC_0316" width="500" height="334" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="031 by sh00ting.star, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sh00tingstar/4425974212/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4425974212_036f653770.jpg" alt="031" width="333" height="500" /></a> <a title="016 by sh00ting.star, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sh00tingstar/4425972568/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4425972568_fb3c0c586e.jpg" alt="016" width="334" height="500" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="DSC_0317 by sh00ting.star, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sh00tingstar/4425211295/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4425211295_8c3c48fd8f.jpg" alt="DSC_0317" width="500" height="334" /></a><a title="024 by sh00ting.star, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sh00tingstar/4425209927/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2768/4425209927_2d74a91d31.jpg" alt="024" width="500" height="334" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">of her findings she says:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>"i liked taking these pictures. i wasn't really surprised that there were so many textures in the backyard, because EVERYTHING is a texture. like your hair is different than your skin, pants are different than bread. i loved using my mom's camera!"</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">to see the rest of her texture set <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sh00tingstar/sets/72157623602192508/">click here</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>cali dreams: day three</title><id>http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/10/cali-dreams-day-three.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/10/cali-dreams-day-three.html"/><author><name>jenica</name></author><published>2010-03-10T22:35:37Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:35:37Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 120%;">at this rate i may never get this all blogged.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;">but i do want to share what this trip did to my heart, my mind, my soul. so i'm going to continue on.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 120%;">sunday, feb 14th, was dripping in <strong>love::adoration::kindness::tranquility.</strong> see?</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="her view by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4423576484/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4423576484_33262a1830_b.jpg" alt="her view" width="1024" height="685" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="run for it! by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4423573878/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2701/4423573878_0f30f860ef.jpg" alt="run for it!" width="333" height="500" /></a><a title="glowing discussion by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4423573552/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4423573552_23672921b0.jpg" alt="glowing discussion" width="333" height="500" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="skip to my lou by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4423607396/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2769/4423607396_2bc6d4d649.jpg" alt="skip to my lou" width="500" height="334" /></a> <a title="hehehe by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4423572920/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2754/4423572920_86cb3730df.jpg" alt="hehehe" width="500" height="333" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="their view by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4422811991/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4422811991_10180aca13_o.jpg" alt="their view" width="1024" height="685" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="ring around the mama by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4422811917/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4422811917_4e2ae38394.jpg" alt="ring around the mama" width="500" height="333" /></a> <a title="buried by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4423574730/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4423574730_5ac83320d4.jpg" alt="buried" width="500" height="334" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="them by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4422809241/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4422809241_faf6d9bb09_b.jpg" alt="them" width="1024" height="685" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">for pics of more than just sunset (as well as our favorite mermaid) </span><a style="font-size: 130%;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/sets/72157623386438755/"><span style="font-size: 130%;">click on over</span></a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>*click*</title><id>http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/9/click.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/9/click.html"/><author><name>jenica</name></author><published>2010-03-09T10:18:46Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:18:46Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="spc: with someone #2 by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4419718324/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4419718324_3b82f0abb1.jpg" alt="spc: with someone #2" width="333" height="500" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">over the weekend my oldest was baptized. as the families and friends&nbsp;of three little girls gathered in anticipation and celebration i grew concerned that i wouldn't be able to even see my little girl take this plunge in her life.&nbsp;we were all there to witness, but there were just so many of us squeezed into such a small area. &nbsp;first girl done, i took E by the hand and led her through the door to the font. as she bravely walked down the steps to her father's warm embrace i found my perfect viewing spot in the secluded alcove between font and changing room. i watched as the words were spoken. i watched as she was willfully immersed beneath the water, rising into her new life with responsibility behind her choices. i watched as she rose beaming with JOY.&nbsp; and then i gathered her into a towel and helped her dress into warm clothes. i was so grateful to find this picture on my camera, a capture&nbsp;of that special moment, among the bustle and excitement, between mama and child.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>needs a wife</title><id>http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/4/needs-a-wife.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/3/4/needs-a-wife.html"/><author><name>jenica</name></author><published>2010-03-05T00:58:19Z</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:58:19Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>maybe it's just me, but i need a wife.</p>
<p>1) she needs to be an accountant/financial planner: balancing my checkbook, getting bills sent out on time, helping me to get ahead and look towards the future. while doing this it would also be great if,</p>
<p>2) she also&nbsp;needs mad organizational skills: helping me find a place for each of my piles of chaos, organizing the toy room, the kids clothes, kids shoes, and my art supplies so that i can finally breathe.</p>
<p>3) know what else she could help me with? cooking healthily on a budget. the poop hits the fan with children/mama's patience at about 5:30 each day. how convenient that it comes down right at dinner time! when this happens i find myself just reaching for the pasta-roni and wishing away the minutes until bedtime.</p>
<p>4) another thing, i'm a goddess with the laundry, good with school, good with bathtimes, bedtimes, and booktimes; so it's not like she'd be doing everything! but if she found joy in doing the dishes and scrubing the tub (my arms are too short!) well, she'd be just about perfect.</p>
<p>when i walk into my bathroom i catch a view of that *perfect woman,* if i just had patience enough to wait for her to do it all.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="spc: lowkey? by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/3417875857/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3601/3417875857_8b4a197383.jpg" alt="spc: lowkey?" width="386" height="500" /></a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>8.eight.8</title><id>http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/2/28/8eight8.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/2/28/8eight8.html"/><author><name>jenica</name></author><published>2010-02-28T17:29:05Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:29:05Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="eight by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4395620148/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4395620148_68c693d0b5_b.jpg" alt="eight" width="685" height="1024" /></a></p>
<p>at 7:54 am, eight years ago,&nbsp;she came floating into the world. i delivered in a waterbirth tub in our tiny, college apartment after 7 hours of hard labor. convinced that she was actually a he, i counted every little toe and finger before discovering that E had made her appearance before F. and i've thanked God every day since for sending them in this order.&nbsp; she is the kindest, giggliest, most giving child a mama could ask for and i'm honored to be her mother.</p>
<p>now, if you would, if you have any special memories of lil' E, or a&nbsp;birthday wish,&nbsp;will you leave them here for her?</p>
<p>happy birthday baby girl. i love you so.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>cali dreams: days one and two</title><id>http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/2/25/cali-dreams-days-one-and-two.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/2/25/cali-dreams-days-one-and-two.html"/><author><name>jenica</name></author><published>2010-02-26T06:05:11Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T06:05:11Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><a title="crystal clear by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4388509331/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4388509331_e28981757c_b.jpg" alt="crystal clear" width="1024" height="685" /></a></p>
<p>we took a trip.</p>
<p>a damn fine one if i do say so myself.</p>
<p>after 9 years together, the hubs and i have finally found a balance in our vacationing styles: he likes to lounge and relax, while i prefer to go, go, go. when we take short, rushed, unplanned trips one of us always ends up frustrated, the compromise we've found is taking a few more days to take our time <em>and</em> go, go, go.</p>
<p>this trip was necessary for me, i've gotten <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seasonal_affective_disorder">SAD</a>every year for as long as my memory serves, but this past year has been an especially rough one for my emotional well being; scratch that, the past 4 years have been rough.&nbsp; by january/february my mind and spirit begin to crack and i yearn for sunshine, flip flops, and sand.&nbsp; granted, i'm sure most everyone feels this way to one degree or another.&nbsp; so this year i quite specifically planned this trip for when i typically break down, and it gave me something to look forward to.&nbsp; i knew that in in just 6 weeks, 5 weeks... 9 days, 8 days... i would have warmth and sunshine and i'd be eating food i didn't have to prepare.</p>
<p>on top of my selfish need for sun was the fact that my kids have been planning this trip for 5 years now.&nbsp; when E was just three years old she saw her first commercial for disneyland and begged to go.&nbsp; looking at my then pregnant belly and knowing that more children were in the near future i thought i'd put it off for a few years by telling her that we'd try to go when she turned eight. since then they have squirreled away every spare coin for our imminent trip to disney.&nbsp; she turns eight in just a few days, the time had finally come to fruition.</p>
<p>the first day we drove.&nbsp;and stopped to pee. and then drove some more. the kids happily watched several movies and colored in activity books while the hubs and i&nbsp;chatted, listened to music, and got some good soul searching in while <a href="http://www.tomtom.com/">tom</a> announced our directions. and then we drove some more. at one of our stops the kids all reached for their coats when we got out, i laughed and reminded them that it was warm here, they wouldn't need their coats.&nbsp; F then questioned, "so this is where the birds fly?"</p>
<p>we drove until we finally reached <a href="http://doubletree1.hilton.com/en_US/dt/hotel/SNAPEDT-Doubletree-Guest-Suites-Doheny-Beach-California/index.do;jsessionid=E8599F26D43A4F0DB73A1C781AEF13AC.etc73?brand_id=DT&amp;brand_directory=/en/dt/&amp;xch=580491546,M2CNCSWDNWV00CSGBJNMVCQ">sweet dana point.</a>&nbsp; the kids jumped back and forth from bed to bed for more than an hour while the hubs and i unpacked and got everyone settled in. in the midst of the chaos E exclaimed, <em><strong><span style="font-size: 110%;">"it's even better than i imagined!"</span></strong></em></p>
<p><a title="early morning cartoons by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4388531527/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4388531527_de953b62f3.jpg" alt="early morning cartoons" width="500" height="334" /></a><a title="early morning cartoons by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4388495775/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2735/4388495775_3c88c6a339.jpg" alt="early morning cartoons" width="500" height="334" /></a></p>
<p>&nbsp;the first morning in a hotel is always an early one, but when the kids began jumping on the beds again at 5:45 am, i was less than enthused.&nbsp; the kids quickly learned the joys of early morning cartoons before we would make our way down to breakfast.&nbsp;</p>
<p>san diego zoo was the first item on our <em>want to do </em>list.&nbsp; and while we only saw 1/3 of it, the kids loved every minute of it. it seems like every animal on the planet was in the park. we took a double decker tour bus ride around the park and got quick glimpses of everything and then set out on foot.&nbsp;</p>
<p><a title="tree pose by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4388527819/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2757/4388527819_8df4a7a42e.jpg" alt="tree pose" width="334" height="500" /></a><a title="walk and roll by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4389298822/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4389298822_4ebd93e346.jpg" alt="walk and roll" width="334" height="500" /></a></p>
<p>when we saw a gigantic line to see the pandas&nbsp;we just about skipped it, but E reminded us that the pandas were the main reason we had come to the zoo, we'd probably never get another chance. (that 8 year's a thinker!) luckily the line moved quickly and we got to see them in all their quiet cuddliness.&nbsp;i was very impressed at how quietly our kids&nbsp;observed and how long they wanted to stop and watch for.&nbsp; we lucked out, pandas are big time sleepers but we happened to catch both sisters awake for a bit.&nbsp;</p>
<p><a title="walk and roll by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4389298822/"></a></p>
<p><a title="munch munch by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4388541943/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4388541943_f9df3da474.jpg" alt="munch munch" width="500" height="334" /></a><a title="munch munch munch by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4388533039/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4388533039_f8d24616d5.jpg" alt="munch munch munch" width="500" height="334" /></a></p>
<p>that evening we drove back towards our hotel stopping at a tiny italian place to get some dinner.&nbsp; worn out from our travels F curled up on the bench and fell asleep, long before the food arrived.</p>
<p>for more pics, i'll be adding more to <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/sets/72157623386438755/">this set on flickr</a> as the days roll on.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>collaborating</title><id>http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/2/12/collaborating.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/2/12/collaborating.html"/><author><name>jenica</name></author><published>2010-02-12T07:01:16Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:01:16Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><a title="collab by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4350062775/"></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2791/4350062775_47ca7198b0.jpg" alt="collab" width="500" height="333" /></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">when G gets what she wants or is in any way very happy with what you've done for her, she begins to make promises. promises like, <em>"i wiw dwaw you a pictuw with hearts, and you, and me, and wuv." </em>or <em>"i wiw bake you cake!"</em> but it doesn't end there, her eyes begin to sparkle as she explains the process with gusto:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>"we wiw dwaw a pictuw togethah, you and me, and dad, and aww da kids. we will dwaw and dwaw and WUV!!"</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">and then she runs for paper.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">i began to feel a little nervous as we sat down to <em>dwaw togethah.</em> what if she doesn't like my silly cartoon version of us? what if it's not what she wanted, or expected, as this idea came to life within her mind? but with her orangutan eyes fixated on my pen i began to draw. i had only finished her figure, the hill and the flowers in her dress when she snatched it out of my hands. <em>"my tuwn!"</em> she said with glee.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">it was then that i finally got it through my thick head. this process wasn't about my art. it wasn't about me. it was about drawing WITH my girl. she filled in the other members of our family, putting hearts in E's hair and laughing raucously when she added a mohawk in place of F's crew cut. i showed her how to make swirls and tufts of grass, she added a sun and her name. then it was my turn to fill in the rest as she drifted off to sleep.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">creativity isn't about being the first or the best.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">it's about loving what you do.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">living with passion.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">and showing up to work together,</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>with WUV.</em></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>tickets</title><id>http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/2/4/tickets.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jenicamckenzie.com/theonelittleone/2010/2/4/tickets.html"/><author><name>jenica</name></author><published>2010-02-05T02:20:00Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:20:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><a title="earned her ticket by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4350041097/"></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4350041097_f3c7d5b379.jpg" alt="earned her ticket" width="334" height="500" /></p>
<p>&nbsp;it's the year of giving, <a href="http://disneyparks.disney.go.com/disneyparks/en_US/WhatWillYouCelebrate/index?name=Give-A-Day-Get-A-Disney-Day">according to them.</a>&nbsp; i found the promotion just in the knick of time, found a service that four of us qualified for and decided that somehow, despite past evidence, i was domestic enough to pull this off.&nbsp; i have tied many a quilt, tying four would be no.big.thang.</p>
<p>until it was a big thing. a huge, ugly, frustrating, thing.&nbsp; i didn't have the right tools or props or know how.&nbsp; luckily, i was saved by <a href="http://www.myjoyinthejourney.blogspot.com/">several </a><a href="http://www.gummiespazz.blogspot.com/">crafty </a>women, one quick thinking husband, and a girl that LOVED tying quilts and stayed motivated to get through it all.</p>
<p>having never gone to disneyland myself i was still having a hard time believing that it was worth the trouble.&nbsp; when we dropped off the quilts and were told that <a href="http://www.utahkids.org/">they go to kids with cancer and diabetes,</a> or that are sold to send those sweet kids to summer camps. well, that was worth it.&nbsp; and now, after 30 million trips to the store, i have all the tools necessary to make quilts.&nbsp; i learned how to bind them as well, making me feel uber domestic. i can bind quilts, yo!</p>
<p><a title="fueled by anger by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4350063041/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2775/4350063041_a400b848b6.jpg" alt="fueled by anger" width="500" height="334" /></a><a title="Untitled by j.enica, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/onelittleone/4350042751/"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2757/4350042751_62c1fb5fe8.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="334" /></a></p>
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