Superstition & Terrified Hitchhikers.

And now, for your Monday reading enjoyment, I present to you: The Keeliest Thing I’ve Ever Done. Our story starts on Thursday afternoon, right when the girls and I pulled into the garage after gymnastics class. As I parked, I thought I spied a grasshopper to the side of the car; as I opened the backseat doors to free my various children I affirmed that, yes, a cute little grasshopper was by one of the tires. However, by the time {Read More}

Happy Birthday, Susannah.

My darling Susannah Mae, Tomorrow you turn 2 years old. Which is hilarious to me, because in so many ways I’ve thought of you as “2” for some time now. (Like, since right after you turned 1.) Even though we made you and, to the best of our knowledge, have been a part of each moment that’s defined your two years, your Dad and I laugh in wonder about where the heck you came from. You are easily one of the {Read More}

Ramping Up To 2 (And A Recap).

Friends, we are entering Birthday Week for one Miss Susannah Zuzu Suzy Mae MonkeyGirl. And everyone knows that “2” is a mammoth birthday. Much bigger than “1.” Especially when one is about to turn “2.” This past weekend, little missypie Zu was lucky enough to celebrate with our Cincinnati family- which just so happens to include her godmother. I mean, REALLY. So there was cake. And cupcakes. And Winnie the Pooh figurines. And her Nat Nat made French-inspired sherbet pineapple desserts {Read More}

An Early Birthday Present, Dad.

Dad,  Tomorrow is your birthday. Today is your 9th round of chemo. One of those things is awesome…and the other is rather annoyingly unfair. (Like when the segues between MST3k clips seem to go on and on and on and what is with all of the chatter, people?) So to celebrate the former- and distract you from the latter- here’s some stuff I’m pretty sure you’ll just love.  Like Johnny At The

Mother Of The Year, Milkshake Edition.

I got this. On the eve of Birthday Weekend (P.J.’s birthday, followed by Nora’s birthday party, followed by Nora’s actual birthday), I decided to take the whole fam out for milkshakes. It was a Friday evening, I had already baked a gazillion and two cupcakes, and Peej happens to think milkshakes are the answer to everything. It was an obvious choice. We went to Margie’s Candies, a pretty durned famous Chicago institution of Ice Cream Awesome. We got a booth. {Read More}

3 Reasons. (Plus 6 More.)

“All of these are for me? Well, I’ll give it a shot.” My darling, crazy, wild and affectionate Nora Jane, Today is your third birthday. Your Dad and I continue to be astonished by how cool we can find one little person. You’re rapidly reaching that age where we can easily see how good of friends we’ll be down the road. (If you’ll still return our calls. You’re that cool. But also painfully empathetic, so it looks like this could play {Read More}

31 Reasons.

This guy. Seriously. My husband has a habit of aging. (A year and four months behind me. It’s a good trick.) To commemorate the awesomesaucitude that is P.J., here’s a list of the top 31 reasons he’s known and loved and is the coolest thing since the introduction of the IBM personal computer (also unleashed on the world in 1981): 31. He makes being a guy who just happens to own and love cats look kinda cool. 30. Dude has more computers {Read More}

Birthdayed.

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}