Today I: …Took three kids to get “back to school” haircuts. (Even if the youngest’s “school” is only School of Hard Knocks/School of Disrupted Naptimes.) …Packed a picnic lunch to eat at the splash pad for one last splashy summer. (The fact that the park was 2 blocks away from the haircut joint and the spraying water ensured I wouldn’t have to hose them down myself post-lunch shouldn’t count against me in the least.) …Wrote one email. While holding a {Read More}
Parenting fail: Park outing edition.
August 27, 2015 By Leave a Comment
Sometimes you’ve just gotta pick up what the universe is laying down, you know? And sometimes it takes a blinking neon sign to the face to get me to realize that I’m being a little, well, crazy. Case in point: The other morning I woke up and thought, “Jeez, there’s a week and a half left of summer vacation. I really need to finish the items on the bucket list I promised everyone we would not be keeping this summer.” {Read More}
Hugging your hometown goodbye.
August 10, 2015 By 2 Comments
Hey, Chicago, we’re back! Super pleased to announce that we were successful in both 15-hour, Midwest-to-East Coast jaunts. (The latter is especially impressive, since the return trip should’ve tacked on an extra three hours to the drive due to its even further East starting point.) Some people are just crazy intense drivers. Some of those people are my husband. So. For today’s post, I’m going to include those pix on my “Farewell, Pittsfield” tour. Keeping in mind that there’s no {Read More}
Things you probably don’t know about me: Summer ’15 edition.
June 29, 2015 By 4 Comments
Things you may not know about me at this moment in time: I watch Daredevil, the Netflix series. (And no, this is not a sponsored post. Since I work with Netflix, I just find myself suuuuper aware of their programming and it becomes my go-to for unwinding in short bursts. Another thing you might not know about me: I believe it’s possible to “unwind” in “short bursts.” That right there might speak more about my psyche than anything else on {Read More}
Brave.
March 26, 2015 By 2 Comments
When I was a little kid, my Dad used to take us sledding at The Pit. A questionably safe, still in use/long out of use gravel pit where gigantic trucks would dig up clay for some unknown, terribly mysterious and ghost-story-romantic reason. (At least in the head of a seven year-old.) I was a pretty short person- especially back then- but I don’t think I’m exaggerating in the slightest when I say that the clay hills comprising The Pit were {Read More}
Let’s Go Exploring: Paper Storage Edition.
March 23, 2015 By 1 Comment
One of the best parts about helping to sort/organize/preserve at your childhood home is the sheer amazingness that you find (and subsequently scan). Behold: It’s the little things. Unless you’re talking about a certain blue felt fedora which one of us received for Christmas ’93. Then it’s the big things.
Autopilot.
March 12, 2015 By 11 Comments
Some days are trickier than others; those days when the tasks you can do (and have done) in your sleep are just slightly…off. When your autopilot is either broken or tuned to a different frequency and flight plan altogether. Distraction doesn’t even begin to cover it. You snap at the kids to finish up eating when you haven’t yet put food on their plates. You find yourself parking the car in the garage, only to wonder why you don’t seem {Read More}
Jasper’s First Haircut And I Didn’t Even Yarf.
February 23, 2015 By 5 Comments
I have a thing about my youngest child- perhaps you’ve noticed. Not to be all Ma Bates over here, but my baby is my baby and a boy’s best friend is his mother. Digression. But even I’ll be among the first to admit that the kid needed a trim. His bangs went from Bieber-esque to Beatlesmania to “I bet your daughter’s really pretty under that waterfall of hair.” Even my Dad, the permissive rockstar that he is, casually mentioned that {Read More}
