Yesterday was Free Pancake Day at IHOP…which I love. And the whole shebang raises money for pediatric cancer research…which I also love. The “Pop Patch” makes an appearance at the IHOP!Nora wants me to get up outta her strawberry sauce. (Something I did not love was the fact that my already-crazed children decided to fall asleep on the drive over to IHOP. At 5:45pm.) Nora’s favorite
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}
Paintin’ With Puddin’, a.k.a. She’s Really Lost It, Now.
I feel like I’ve fully lost the right to post under the Wordless Wednesday heading. Wacky, perhaps? Weirdo? [Needs] Wine? Regardless, here’s what we did for fun: made a [super small- really] amount of pudding, and let them have at it with plates and high chair trays. ***Important To Note*** I had the bath all filled and ready to go. And, unless you count Susannah’s diaper explosion mere
Travel Tips.
Our [sandy] nomadic days have come to an end. We’ve eaten and road-tripped our way up the Eastern seaboard and here is a smattering of the things I’ve learned: -Outdoor showers (while totally amazing-feeling) never quite get one fully clean. -For that matter, no matter how many loads of laundry one does while staying at the beach, one will find a veritable desert of sand in her washing machine
Nothing But The Best.
It’s official- Susannah is a Chicagoan. Not because she’s been to the lake or complained about the heat or had deep dish…but because she attended her first Parking Lot Carnival. And she really, really liked it. Yes to everything! Nora, quite the daredevil lately, happily fulfilled her longstanding dream of “CAN I DRIVE THE CAR IN THE FRONT SEAT AND HOLD THE STEERING WHEEL?!” (This was surprising for two reasons: 1) She eked by on the height requirement. I think {Read More}
Nora’s Practically A Money Guru.
And now, an exceptional money saving tip from the most unlikely of sources: Two year-old Nora Jane. Looking to save a little bit extra on those peskily expensive items of produce? Live n’ learn, folks, live n’ learn. Here’s how Nora does it: We walk to Cermak Produce, our favorite exceptionally affordable Hispanic grocery store. Walking through its vast aisles of fruits and veggies, Nora happily announces that she wants apples! Eggplants! Whatever that spiky thing is! (One of those vaguely {Read More}
Can We Swap "Wordless" With "Instagram?"
Avocado Face. The Burger Princess. …And I call this one “Look At The Goober On The Side.”
Eat It, Just Eat It, Open Up Your Mouth And Feed It.
Neither picky nor choosy. Yet. Nora has recently become a choosy eater. Not picky, mind you. Choosy. There’s a mammoth difference. Our choosy eater consumes eggplant parmesan. Spinach pies. Sweet potato fries dipped in blue cheese dressing. WHEN SHE FEELS LIKE IT. And there are many days when she feels like it. And even more when She. Does. Not. I try not to let it get to me (because, after all, that would be a tantrum of my own) and try {Read More}