I have a confession to make. I’m being stalked. By a magazine. Now, I don’t know what I did to attract the attentions of this certain magazine. I’ve never given them any indication that I was their target demographic. I’ve never clicked through on an online link. And I certainly have never subscribed to the darned thing. And the worst part? It’s not Martha Stewart Living. It’s not Vogue. (It’s not even Teen Vogue.) It’s Taste of Home Magazine. And they {Read More}
Good Friends And Crazy Children.
January 23, 2014 By 14 Comments
So, the good people connected to my darling little family continue to be exceptionally Good People. And I realize I’ve been horribly remiss with all of these shout-outs in forgetting to acknowledge my friend Bethany- quite possibly one of my best friends in the history of friendship- who hoofed it over to my house on multiple early mornings so that I didn’t have to pack Zu and Jasper into the car on preschool drop-off mornings. And who then proceeded to stay {Read More}
Nora Eats All The Sugar.
October 30, 2013 By 6 Comments
Remember how I was talking about what a good, adventurous eater Nora is? Thank God. Because this past month has been a tour de force of sugar. Between Susannah’s birthday, Nora’s birthday, P.J.’s birthday, Halloween parties, and Trick or Treat, it’s been a ridic month of sugar. Here’s a smattering of what she ate since this weekend (and I’m not even including pix of the opera cream cake and oatmeal choco cookies my mother-in-law brought to town): All I can say {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}
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}
Cold Cereal Would’ve Been Faster.
July 15, 2013 By Leave a Comment
We were approaching hour six of the drive home yesterday- right around dinnertime. The girls had been good. SO good. They’d napped, read, played, and watched individual media like champions. I had also been good. (SO good.) I’d written and filed and emailed and kept my passenger seat comments to a minimum. (Hush up, P.J., I did. Ponder THAT.) So when we hit the city limits, Peej suggested we stop and pick up dinner to make that aspect of mealtime {Read More}
We Put The "Ire" In "Ireland".
March 13, 2013 By 8 Comments
As my Dad gears up for his sixth round of chemo, I’d like to thank him for my heritage. Namely, my fabulous half-Irishitude. Back when I was a little kid, St. Patrick’s Day was a major holiday in our household. (Are you catching on to the fact that everything was a major holiday in our household? We’re a tad celebratory.) My Mom would make stellar corned beef and cabbage (no small feat, being an Armenian and all), we’d sit around the {Read More}
