Jeni Marinucci

Sep 19, 2023 | yummymummyclub.ca | Jeni Marinucci |Leslie Kennedy |Sharon DeVellis |Sharon Devellis

I make no bones about the fact that I am completely against loot bags filled with crap but I'm also against how birthday parties have become a competitive sport. I got caught up in the birthday party mayhem when my boys were younger—movie parties, parties at indoor playgrounds, face painters—all for little kids who could easily be entertained with a box.

Sep 5, 2023 | yummymummyclub.ca | Andrea Ewer |Jeni Marinucci |Nadine Thornhill |Leslie Kennedy

It’s been nearly six months since I quit. There’s a new calm growing inside of me, a sense of peace and contentment. And yet, there is still some misguided, desperate part of me that misses being part of that world. There are moments when I feel completely disconnected and alone. As if everyone is living on a happy island together and I am adrift at sea.

Jul 1, 2023 | yummymummyclub.ca | Dara Duff-Bergeron |Jeni Marinucci |Leslie Kennedy

May 08 2012 Choose Your Own Fitness Adventure Recently I've been enjoying some 10-20 minute workouts sprinkled throughout my week. I teach Belly Bootcamp classes six days per week and run usually 1-2 times per week with clients. Outside of this I try to find time to add in extra bits and bobs that help me to be prepared for my day job as well as to reach my own fitness goals.

Jun 21, 2023 | yummymummyclub.ca | Nancy Dutra |Jeni Marinucci |Nadine Thornhill |Leslie Kennedy

No matter how much we love spending time with our kids, we all have those moments when the thought of building another fort makes us want to rip our hair out. Some of my hardest moments were when my girls wanted to listen to children’s music nonstop. Having been a singer-songwriter in the “before times” of pre-parenthood, I wanted to slip in as much of my musical choices into my days as possible.

Mar 28, 2023 | yummymummyclub.ca | Amy Kelly |Jeni Marinucci |Nadine Thornhill |Leslie Kennedy

My sister and I traded dreams one day. Mainly because, with her new baby and my one- and three-year-old, the chance to actually fall asleep and dream was a rarity. We sat on my peeling leather couch in the sundrenched room, looking over the Pacific, totally unaware of the beauty surrounding us because we were in our sister cocoon of love and laughter and caffeine. “Oh my god, it was so hot.”“Oh?” I say, taking a piece of dog kibble out of my toddler’s mouth.