Disclosure: As a member of Netflix’s Stream Team, it’s my media-happy pleasure to share the best of the streaming (and curated) best each month. Even though I’m compensated for my posts, all thoughts, opinions, and loud children are entirely my own. *** Netflix makes kids smarter. No, really. Sure, there are the zombie-inducing, brain-breaking shows (you know, like some of the ones we grew up with?) but it always feel so good for my brain (and conscience) when my offspring {Read More}
I convinced my son to break his pacifier (and other therapy stories).
July 14, 2016 By 2 Comments
I’m a horrible mother. I super duper mean it this time. Lemme ‘splain: Jasper needed to kick his pacifier habit. (No, that’s not the reason I’m a horrid parent- will you hang on a second, judgy?) He’s two and a half, already operates at a slight deficit in the whole speechly department, and I think we can all agree that a partially ripped, grubby pink pacifier doesn’t exactly scream “Christmas card photo,” right? It was time to kick the paci. {Read More}
Giveaway! $70 Rodan + Fields summer essentials!
July 13, 2016 By 2 Comments
Guys, this is a good one. Recently, I’ve been working with my friend Jacqueline to promote her fabulous Rodan + Fields biz– and she really knows her stuff. (Plus, she’s flawless. Which is a) totally unfair at preschool pickup and b) totally how you’d want your R+F consultant to look, amiright?) And hey, Chicago, you know how it’s a gazillion degrees and sticky right here on the surface of the sun (which, again, we wouldn’t change because= winter is about {Read More}
Yes #blacklivesmatter. No more #thoughtsandprayers.
July 7, 2016 By Leave a Comment
Just FYI: I had planned on posting a picture of Nora’s new turquoise hair because= summer and fun and life, you know? (And I still might, because it’s downright incredible.) And while her hair and her face and the life I enjoy with these tiny people buoys me up even in the darkest of feelings, my heart hurts today for the horrific, unfathomable killing of Black folks at the hands of police. It’s not new, although some are way-too recent, but it {Read More}
Summertime haikus.
June 30, 2016 By Leave a Comment
Out of bread by noon Why do kids need to eat lunch It’s called “tapas,” guys. * Oh, working from home Togetherness redefined Please get off my ribs. * Sweet God, so much pee What are you aiming at, child? Potty training hurts. * * Let’s just lay out back. You smell like sunscreen, kiddo. That’s a great cloud shape. * That’s not an outfit Fine, it’ll do for today Jammies forever! * Is that what we do? You need {Read More}
2 to try: Mexican food edition.
June 29, 2016 By 1 Comment
Here’s a big ol’ fact: I’m crazy about Mexican food. Like, I can be bought for some queso. During each pregnancy, I was convinced that my emerging children would be comprised entirely of tamale. Another factoid: My family lives in a largely Mexican neighborhood. The food is ridic. So amazing, mind you, that we rarely stray for spicier pastures. Third truth: In the past month alone, I’ve been invited to bring the fam to two establishments outside of the Albany/Irving {Read More}
Pearachute digs your summer groove.
June 27, 2016 By Leave a Comment
Disclosure: As a Pearachute ambassador, I sometimes question my good fortune to be able to share our favorite Chicagoland adventures, all using this simple yet brilliant app. Although I’m being compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and sun-freckled children are entirely my own. *** Oh, friends. TGISummerVacationFinallyFinallyFINALLY. I am so massively in love with lazy(ish) mornings spent reading in our jammies, quiet hours building sand castles at the beach (pre-lunch crowd), and lounge-y afternoons spent poking around backyards, the parks, and corners of our {Read More}
Yanking out the teeth. (A love story.)
June 23, 2016 By Leave a Comment
I remember my Dad yanking out my teeth. That sounds horrible in the re-telling, doesn’t it? He didn’t whip out the pliers or anything but, after two hours of hearing me hem n’ haw about how loose my tooth was or how gross it was feeling, he’d nod in my direction and ask to have a look. By the time I’d opened my mouth to reply, he’d reached in, twisted the (impossibly tiny) sucker, and thwacked it into the palm {Read More}
