Today is a first for me: a guest blog! My pal Molly at Little Stories Everywhere is a riot- and has the exact same parental neuroses as me. It’s refreshing. Enjoy! *** Molly and her positively edible kiddos. When you have a baby there are scores of things that people never tell you…things that are ugly, horrible and completely disgusting. One of these sad truths is venturing out to the Pediatricians office for the first time. It was…hmmm….an experience. Bitzy {Read More}
But Who’s Watching The Baby?
My favorite blue-eyed cherub… …And her jaunts to the park… …With her two babysitters.
It’s Like A Staycation Where You Leave.
Maxin’ and relaxin’. Circa 1988. Last night, I babysat for our neighbor’s sleeping toddler. Nora does NOT know about my evening’s whereabouts and, since their Emily is her BFFAEEMTMWYNT (Best friend forever and ever ever, Mom, take me with you next time), she will NEVER know. The Coopers and the Schoenys do a childcare swap every now and again. And it’s amazing. Because, for real? I have going-out needs. So do the Coopers. But I imagine that they have the {Read More}
Okay, Girls…Naptime!
Both had late nights this weekend. I feel like today is the first day of a new job that I’ve really wanted for a super long time…and for which I may or may not have padded my resume a tad. In a nutshell, I am alone with my children for the first time ever. EVER. Which is a truly bizarre thing to say. We have had nonstop family and friends are constant helpers/personal slaves for the past three weeks. (Which is {Read More}
Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig!
The New Normal. This is the first time- in recent memory- when I’ve posted this blog with the extremely attentive help of a toddler (hell-bent on showing me each rattle in her sister’s collection) and a newborn (hell-bent on making me stare at her face for no urgent reason whatsoever). Okay, that last issue is totally mine. Maybe it’s the Norco, and maybe it’s the wild amount of cooking/cleaning/Mother Hen help I’ve been getting from my Mom (and my Dad {Read More}
Date Night Month Meets Tired Parents And Toddler
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}
She Really Wanted To Go On Pharaoh’s Fury, Though.
One of my best friends in the whole wide world (and her equally fabulous husband) spent the weekend with us. Vicky was one of my college modmates- like roommates but awesomer- and my how things have changed since Hampshire. For starters, I have a kid now. And this was their first time meeting her. Our activities have been- ah- slightly different since Nora came along, and this was Vicky and Dave’s chance to see what a “typical” weekend with Miss N.J. {Read More}
Aaand…by posting time it’s partly sunny.
Not to be all whiny about the weather…but seriously. What is up with this weather? Having lived in Chicago for 8.5 years (yeah, it was originally supposed to be for under a year), this should not surprise me. Chicago does not have a Spring. We have seven months of Winter, followed by a week of rain, then it is SUMMER. But each and every year I find myself surprised- nay, angered– by the lack of springtimeliness. Last week was a {Read More}