Yesterday, as I sat on the couch and tried my darndest to write, I realized that my fingers were frozen solid. Despite the thermometer doing its best to tell me it was a balmy 70 degrees in here, I believe that it told a lie. (I think P.J. might actually have paid it off.) My actual thought to myself was- Good Lord, this blanket is unwieldy. Can’t someone just give me something as cozy yet infinitely more wearable? Then I {Read More}
Birthdayed.
October 8, 2012 By 8 Comments
Courtesy of Godfather Nat. And there is so muchgoing on in this pic that I simply adore to bits. Well, I have a one year-old. Like, officially. Like, We Had The Birthday And The Party So Now It’s Officially Official. The day of the party was frigid. Seriously cold. When I woke up it was 41 degrees- and keep in mind, here in Chicago it had been 80 degrees since maybe February. (I didn’t say it was normal, just that {Read More}
Keely And The Terrible, Horrible…Oh, I Give Up.
September 27, 2012 By 9 Comments
A very old pic, but an all-too-recent sentiment. Put quite simply, Tuesday was a rough day. It started out well enough. Nora was dropped off at preschool, happily tossed Doc Bullfrog into the backseat of the car, and bounded into her classroom with nary a fuss. ‘Cause she loves it there. Which is great, because I had worried [slightly]. I drove home to get Susannah ready for a nap, glowing with the self-satisfaction that comes from knowing you’ve made the {Read More}
I’m Worse Than Honey Boo-Boo’s Mom.
September 20, 2012 By 3 Comments
Oh sure, now you’re smiling. I’m ready to pick up my Mother Of The Year badge now. (And sash. There used to be a sash, right? I haven’t won for a while.) The other day, Susannah’s agent called. (Just let that one sink in for a sec. I worked my butt off for years to secure a commercial agent…only to have him go to prison for embezzlement just after my first commercial aired…but that’s currently neither here nor there. My point is {Read More}
Nora Went To School And Keely Had A Thing.
September 13, 2012 By 7 Comments
Here’s what’s amazing about this pic: Nora, upon exiting the school, hugged me so hard that my sunglasses flew off and I nearly dropped the camera. Everyone: Is she still talking about her kid going off to school? Me: …Yeah. (Sorry.) Here’s the thing. It continues to be a Big All-We-Can-Talk-About Deal around these parts for a few reasons, among them the fact that it is a life-changing event for at least one family member…and it causes copious moments whereupon another family {Read More}
Too Busy For Hygiene.
August 27, 2012 By 3 Comments
Crawling towards soap. The dirt makes her blurry. My laziness has reached new heights. Or lows. (Let’s go with lows, since I’m currently on the floor.) This weekend was truly fun. Exhausting fun. But- let’s put it into perspective, here. I wasn’t scaling mountains with the girls strapped to my back. There were no death-defying underwater cave expeditions. (That’s next weekend.) There was
She Sure Does Love Cheese, Doesn’t She?
July 16, 2012 By 6 Comments
Every Chicagoan know where I am and what I’m holding.(Also, thanks to Instagram, I can be as orange as the cheese!) I have a confession. I was not in Chicago this weekend. P.J., Nora, and Susannah were…but I was not. My wonderful husband actually sent me away (muttering something about house-related post traumatic stress, tightly wound, and something something- finish your book). No one knew about this plan. I hadn’t told anyone because a) I was feeling incredibly guilty about running {Read More}
It’s Coming From Inside The House!
July 11, 2012 By 2 Comments
So, I’ve always had an overactive imagination. But I’ve got nothing on my child. If you’re a close n’ personal Facebook friend, then this image got all up in your feed all day yesterday. Apologies. But it still just boggles my mind. Lemme ‘splain: Nora, since she was roughly eighteen months old, has always pointed at our kitchen cabinet and told us about her bunny that lives there. We’re artists. We believe in imaginary play and all that other hippie {Read More}
