Oh my word, BONUS BLOG, y’all. This post is brought to you by the letter P for Procrastination (last day of August, friends!), and by the number 11…meaning I’ve now resided in Chicago for that many years. So this month’s date was superbly special, as it highlighted things I reallyreallyreally love about this city. Let’s begin: On Monday night of this past week, we had a mini date. (We didn’t think the full date would happen this month and decided {Read More}
Summer’s Last (Lazy) Hurrah.
August 26, 2013 By Leave a Comment
This is our last week of summer vacation. Now granted, with a preschooler in three-mornings-a week school and both kids in one-afternoon-a-week gymnastics, we’re not exactly Booked City (…but the every couple of hours commuting is downright truckertastic). And when they’ve got stuff to do/prep/be carted to, it’s a tad tougher to schedule my own stuff to do/prep/cart myself to. I know- wah– but it’s definitely forcing me to enjoy every last second. Which I realize totally defeats the purpose. (After {Read More}
No Good, Very Bad Day. (Until Snacktime.)
August 8, 2013 By Leave a Comment
Yesterday was a tough day. It even started out tough. Despite my best (read: productive/attention/motherly) efforts, the girls were just feeling crazy. Like- wild, bickery, rambunctious, independent crazy. All throughout the morning, Nora responded to my requests of helping me straighten this part of her room/putting stuff back on that shelf/stop pulling even more things out of drawers by neeeeeding to play with that/taking things from the shelf/removing things from drawers. And Zu? Well, my darling youngest punctuated her independent proclamations {Read More}
8 Things About Summertime Eating In Chicago.
August 5, 2013 By Leave a Comment
Chicago is known for its food. And for the utter wild abandon that its warmer months can bring. So to that end, I give you 8 Things About Summertime Eating In Chicago: 8. There is no food- anywhere- better than something that can be bought from a street corner cart. Especially if you have to ask for clarification on an item more than once. (It exponentially adds to its ultimate deliciousness.) 7. Regardless of where you live, a nearby parish {Read More}
July Date: Dinner And A Movie, Part 2.
August 1, 2013 By Leave a Comment
(To catch up on last month’s Oh God, At Least We Tried date, clickyroo here.) Back in the day, I went on a date with a boy. He was sweet and funny and just awesome to be around. We held hands across a sparkly shellacked table. And it was one of those dates where both parties were just giddy with the potential potential, you know? I ordered a special pizzadilla (eggplant, caramelized onion, and goat cheese quesadilla pizza), and he ordered {Read More}
Keely Goes Into Sugar Shock At The Windy City Soiree.
July 24, 2013 By Leave a Comment
A warning: not since my wedding album has there been such a compilation of photos featuring mainly ME. However, yesterday’s Windy City Soiree at Chicago’s divine Water Tower Place (hosted by the equally divine ChicagonistaLIVE Show) was so supra-awesome fun (and required a good deal of selfies), that I decided to post some of my favorites. One of the “missions” involved stopping by Express and trying on our faves. Whilst pregnant, oversized sunglasses are always a nice n’ safe bet. This is {Read More}
The Way To A Girl’s Heart Is Through Her Neighborhood Eateries.
July 22, 2013 By Leave a Comment
Occasionally, I get the urge to move. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. The far reaches of the country, the edge of the forest, smack dab in the center of small town America (with a three-color gingerbread Victorian). Away from the nonstop noise, away from the screechy (and drunken) neighbors, away from the Good Lord, change your a/c filter, you’re blowing rancid air right into our shared walkway/my nasal passages. But then I have a weekend like this past one. Which starred, {Read More}
The Kiddos Take You To Montrose Beach.
July 18, 2013 By Leave a Comment
This morning, I took the girls to the beach. And thought I’d show you the drive towards the lake, just so everyone (i.e., non-Chicagoans) can see how bizarre it is that there are miles of beach within a major metropolitan area. (Like- not off a highway, not a town over, just right there. In the city.) Pulled out of our alley and headed east on Montrose. It’s very quiet here at 9am- the drunks are sleepingit off and no one {Read More}
