Susannah, meet Real Food. (I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.)
Green Means Fun, Darnit!
March 19, 2012 By 1 Comment
Sorry, Zuzu, it’s picture time. This was the best summer holiday I’ve ever had for St. Patrick’s Day. Because it was ninety degrees outside. (I did, however, have a momentary fear for all of the revelers. Irish holiday plus Saturday plus downright 4th of July weather conditions? Happy, drunken, glittery folks being swept downstream in the Chicago river. Wearing skimpy tops proclaiming bold statements. Perhaps even singing.) Our festivities were way more low-key. It would be hard not to be. (Even {Read More}
Priorities.
February 23, 2012 By 1 Comment
This is the story of how one day- when things are wonderfully calm and simple- you suggest to your two year-old daughter that you bake something. Brownies, perhaps. And how she then proceeds to tear apart the kitchen in excitement, looking for wooden spoons, looking for aprons, trying to eat through the cardboard box to see what color the sugar is, etc., etc., etc. But then you turn on the oven. And, as the room becomes full- maybe overfull, even- {Read More}
Eaten Alive By Tonka Trucks.
January 19, 2012 By 2 Comments
Someone else who liked her toys a LOT… Do you ever have the kind of night where you’re dying to make a pan of brownies, eat more than your fair share, and just kinda need everyone to be okay with that? Only- you go to find the mix only to find no mix, and you wonder just what kinda jerk would banish all junk food from the house after New Year’s…only to remember that it was, in fact, you? So you {Read More}
The New Normal- Christmas Edition.
December 8, 2011 By 1 Comment
Christmassed out. I don’t think 25 year-old Keely would recognize 31 year-old Keely, nor her way of celebrating the holiday season. Nor what she considers totally par for the course. Mid-twenties Keel would don her best grey leather boots and mod minidress for a round of Christmas shindigs that featured precariously balanced martinis/vodka tonics, extra lime. Early-thirties me considers it a night well-spent if she gets an after-dinner dance with both of her girls (and maybe even her husband) to {Read More}
Ice Cream, Anxiety, And Public(ish) Peeing.
September 29, 2011 By 3 Comments
Last night I had an illicit dream. About ice cream. Apparently, my subconscious wants a giant mug of ice cream with all of the add-ins, swirls, and goopy goodness. The best part? My older sister was in the grocer’s freezer section with me (I never call it that, the grocer’s freezer, by the way- I think that’s commercial lingo finding its way into my vernacular) and SHE was the one who was all like- Diabetes? COME ON. You have less than a week. {Read More}
Date Night Month Meets Tired Parents And Toddler
September 26, 2011 By 1 Comment
I shall not be moved. Remember waaay back in the Fall of ’09, pre-Nora Junebug Jane, to be exact? We deemed that frantic and aggressively fun time Date Night Month. It was great. It was fulfilling. And- as it turns out- it was a completely unnecessary step for which to greet a new baby. In retrospect, we probably should have saved those pennies for things like diapers, wipes, and boxes of Franzia. (Having a baby is stressful.) Past helpful knowledge totally disregarded, {Read More}
On The Road Again. (Seriously?)
August 8, 2011 By 1 Comment
Whee! So what does a pack of Schoenies do when they find themselves without a houseguest and/or crazy weekend plans? They get outta Dodge. For 24 hours. (Which, some folks might speculate would create a ton of work on the part of the two people packing/planning/toting the toddler…but any time I don’t have to clean the kitchen after a meal is a good excuse for a trip. Unless you count the mad dash cleaning immediately prior and the post-return explosion of {Read More}
