Someone should really clean this kid up…

Workaday, workaday. P.J. has returned and has brought with him a heart-shaped rock, so all is right with the world. While it’s exceptionally good to have him back (and Nora, who has still yet to see him due to irregular sleeping patterns, will most likely lose her petite li’l head), here are a few surprising things that I have learned over this long weekend: 1. The biggest fear I have about being the only grownup at home- more than burglars, murderers, {Read More}

I even wore my best hoodie.

Back to work. So I didn’t win Best Parenting Blog. But, as I also didn’t win Best Scientific, European, or Technical Blog, I can choose to look at this a few different ways, all positive. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I feel good about my decision. Also, this frees me up from having to write about “parenting” stuff every day. I mean- REALLY. Oh, I kid. I would, however, like to thank the superbly nice folks {Read More}

Maybe we’ll just take a boat.

Nora and I are taking a trip in a couple of weeks. But this post is not regarding air travel, nor does it concern my staggering amount of arrogance to think I can wrangle a toddler solo in an airborne contraption. No, this is about customer service. Or rather, customer disservice. I live about twenty minutes down the highway from O’Hare International Airport. This is important to note because yesterday, whilst dealing with a booking representative, it occurred to me {Read More}

Christmas + Birthday= Featured Day.

Today I am the luckiest- and stokiest- to be featured at The SITS Girls! They’re a fabulous community of over 7000 gals, all of whom have stellar blogs and thrive on supporting each other. And today it’s me. And that is unreal awesome. To the newest visitors: Hi! I’m Keely/Kiki/Mom (that last one is rather selective.) On any given day I’m a combo of writer, nanny, actress, mother, wife, sister, daughter, and overeager Feng Shui enthusiast. I am a superb {Read More}

It’s like Guilt Gyoza- but worse!

I’m extremely lazy. Or exhausted. Late at night, I can’t tell which it is. And it’s been causing some guilt. I like to call this guilt- Floss Guilt. I know I should floss. I spent 6k on my teeth in the past handful of years alone (not to mention Braces 1.0 that was sponsored by my folks between ’90-’92. It didn’t “take.” Some may blame a latent latex allergy; I happen to know that I have evil teeth.) But by {Read More}

We are still drowning in scones. What a way to go.

Nora is currently not speaking to me. This is incredibly hard for her to get across, seeing as she is all of four months old.  Her success in doing so makes it even more harsh. So, why the cold onesie?I let a [relatively] complete stranger hold her down and jab three needles in her thighs, after subjecting her to the humiliation of sucking on a bitter dropper full of something supposedly medicinal. Then I blew in the direction of her {Read More}

Clearly, I need a hobby.

Yes, I realize it’s Monday. No, I’m not confused (about the day.) I’ve decided to go forth and blog TWICE A WEEK. AT LEAST FOR THIS WEEK! We’ll see if I can go, say, for two weeks. I dream big. It turns out, I have waaay more questions than can be asked in a once-weekly posting. Such as: Why, oh why is the most common email or chat smiley the wink? Why do we do this? WHEN was the last {Read More}