Summer is practically- finally- beating down our [screen] door. And what better way to celebrate than with the girls’ best friend- and favorite neighbor gal! One of us is veeery thrilled to be sitting with the Big Girls. Tell us another one, Em. I swear I did not pose this. It’s not summer until you visit the ice cream truck and the fish pond in the same trip. Sittin’ on the stoop, housing some soft serve. And I just added this pic {Read More}
California, A Wedding, And Some Stoked Little Girls.
Since I’m still very much so in the midst of California-vacationin’, here’s a sneak peek of the awesomeness that has been this week. For starters, I attended a wicked beautiful wedding of some college pals. The venue was on a gorgeous Southern California bluff overlooking the ocean where I kinda want to have my next wedding. (Take notes, Peej. If you’re lucky, it’ll be to you.) There was
The One For Val.
This is a post for Annie. Or rather, it’s for her mother Val- her kind, thoughtful, amazing soul of a human being mother. Can it be for both? Let’s make it for both. Annie has been one of my best friends since 2002, since I moved to Chicago and promptly realized that I had no friends, a barely tolerable serving job, and only the faintest glimmer of actual theatrical work on the horizon. And after I met Annie at a {Read More}
When Did Monday Become "Photo Essay" Day?
It’s now officially Fall, so this weekend was mandatory Drive Your Kids Across State Lines For Apple Pickin’ Day (Observed). We went to a super sweet orchard in Hobart, Indiana, and had a great time- even though there weren’t any actual “apples” on the “trees.” Due to the awful growing season, they had to think outside the box. Er, branch. So they rigged- I kid you not- gutters between the trees and filled them with apples from all over the {Read More}
Unsafe Driving Practices.
This year, Labor Day brought a picnic with some terrific neighbors and friends and- most importantly- the neighbor’s Barbie Jeep. This wonderful contraption allowed certain parents to drink Riesling while their children proceeded to shove each other out of [semi] moving vehicles. Thank you, unions. Just checking the specs on the endline for the…rotary…girder… You got a jumper
Too Busy For Hygiene.
Crawling towards soap. The dirt makes her blurry. My laziness has reached new heights. Or lows. (Let’s go with lows, since I’m currently on the floor.) This weekend was truly fun. Exhausting fun. But- let’s put it into perspective, here. I wasn’t scaling mountains with the girls strapped to my back. There were no death-defying underwater cave expeditions. (That’s next weekend.) There was
Piercings, Birthdays, And More Drinking.
Stealing Bethany’s drink/getting a picture with it while she was in the ladies room because it was funny/delicious. I have some news. No, not that. Not that other thing, either. And it doesn’t even involve my gloriously fallin’ down house. I have recently removed my tragus piercing. Now, before you get all creeped out and feel the need to excessively Google, I shall explain; the tragus is that bizarre flap of skin on your ear right before the ear canal. And I {Read More}
Tuesday Is No Longer The Weekend.
I am failing to understand why she is no longer in Chicago. Please pardon the fact that I did not post yesterday morning: I was having way too much of a weekend to be bothered with things like computers (and showers). My college bestie came to visit, and we proceeded to engage in activities that our 19 year-old selves would’ve popped eyeballs over. For instance, pushing a double stroller through a tree-lined neighborhood. Convincing a toddler to finish her corndog. Asking {Read More}