This morning, I was seriously proud of myself. By 7:10 a.m., all three kids were (mostly) fed, (mostly) dressed, and buckled into the car. We swung by a friend’s house to pick up their son for carpooling. By 7:40 a.m., I had deposited two kindergarteners to the correct classroom door. Within 20 minutes, the remaining twosome and I drove back across town to pick up my preschooler’s pal for carpooling, stopping ever so briefly for a potential episode of carsickness. {Read More}
I Just Got My First Tattoo. (A Dad Story.)
April 23, 2015 By 4 Comments
Three days after my Dad died, I got a tattoo. My very first tattoo. Lemme back up: I had never- never- wanted a tattoo before. Even with the magnitude of incredible events I’ve been privy to in my 34 years (like, you know, creating THREE PEOPLE), there was never a symbol that I needed have on my body. Certainly not one dug into place by a whirring and rather sharp needle. (The fear trifecta, for those of you playing along at {Read More}
Stay At Home What? (Or, My Friends Are Neato.)
October 9, 2014 By 6 Comments
This week was brought to you by the letter A- for Angie, the gal who took my Little Twosome for buckets of hours the other morning so I could drop Nora off at school and then jet downtown for an interview (writing, not applying). Later on, midday was brought to us by the letters M and B- for Barbara, who cheerfully grabbed Nora from me at the park and Megan, who drove her to school so that I could make {Read More}
Where Did All These Kids Come From?
September 29, 2014 By 5 Comments
One of my favorite human beings on the planet- one Annie G. (now M.)- visited from California this past weekend. And it was so good to have her back in town because a) we’ve celebrated so many 25th birthdays together and it’s hard to find people who experiences life quite as similarly as I do, and b) she brought her son with her. My godson. (Okay, P.J.’s too.) Who just so happens to be a smallish version of one of {Read More}
Grateful. But Not In Meme Form, No Sir.
September 8, 2014 By 3 Comments
I was recently tagged in one of those Grateful meme thingies on Facebook by one of my favorite (and way-backiest) friends and, while I don’t generally participate in those for just anyone, I’m gonna make an exception for the gal who met me on the first day of sixth grade. While I was clad in a floral jumpsuit. And she still decided to sit with me. Because that’s a friend, people. (Hi, Lori!) But because I’m just enough of a {Read More}
My Best Friend Left Me. And I’m Pretending She Didn’t.
August 21, 2014 By 11 Comments
I’m a coward, I admit it. One of my best friends in the whole widest world moved away from Chicago over the weekend- and I was glad I wasn’t there. Lemme ‘splain. This friend, one Bethany Hart, has been my Gal Friday (or Gal Wednesday) each and every time I’ve brought a newborn home from the hospital. After the parade of mothers and sisters had returned home, B would show up on Wednesdays at breakfast, staying until P.J. arrived at {Read More}
Summering As A Verb.
July 17, 2014 By 4 Comments
East Coast Travels, Volume One: In a nutshell, we’ve got cousins, concerts, old friends, new pals, flappin’ about in a pool, and loving on Mim and Pop. That’s a pretty big nutshell. See you next week, friends. You won’t be able to miss me. I’ll be the one weighing roughly a thousand pounds from all of this incredible food… …and face-planting into the pool because of all of these incredible (and incredibly energetic) children.
Reunited And…Wait, She’s TALLER Than Me?
February 17, 2014 By 14 Comments
A bunch of you know that, prior to mothering approximately a gazillion smallish people, I was a nanny for a decade. And one of my all-time favorite families had a little girl named Julia. Whom I met in an airport while stranded on my way back home to my newly chosen city of Chicago. This is what we looked like way back in the early days of our friendship. We took selfies before “selfie” was even a thing. And when {Read More}
