Week ten, back to work! Armed with a diaper bag the size (and shape) of Guam, Nora and I set out to see what needs doin’ in the world of two to seven year olds. Apparently, a lot lot. Eggs need scrambling! Hair needs to be braided- evenly- and/or clipped back with appropriate bows (but not too matchy-matchy.) The stegosaurus’ tail needs to be found…on a puzzle piece the width of pencil eraser. Stories need to be performed with the {Read More}
Y2k10! That seems more like a ‘captcha’ than a ‘year.’
December 31, 2009 By 6 Comments
In honor of the impending new year- and in consideration of the wee babe in an aquarium bouncer by my knee- I shall jam out a brief review of the year that was ’09: January- We failed to buy a house. This was sad. I began taking Pilates lessons to combat the “extra ten pounds”- ha HA. (I would KILL for an extra ten pounds right now. Well, not exactly. Rather, I’d kill to only have ten pounds to lose. {Read More}
One. Week. Left. (What pressure?)
October 22, 2009 By 13 Comments
To Whom It May Concern; It has recently come to my attention that the master bathroom shower vent has fallen to the floor. Due to its previous placement (above the aforementioned shower), newer problems have shown themselves in the form of gaping ceiling holes (okay, only one, but I’ve seen enough X-Files episodes to know how this can end) and frequent bursts of really warm air that, with the addition of a warmer water temperature, can turn into really, really {Read More}
Just like a feral cat!
September 24, 2009 By 6 Comments
Firstly, let me terrify everyone who may be having a child within the next nine months… Have you read about the woman who got pregnant WHILST pregnant? http://gmy.news.yahoo.com/For serious, this is a bit much. One woman, pregnant- twice- within three weeks. PUT HER HUSBAND IN ANOTHER ROOM, PLEASE! No matter how “rare” the doctors say this may be, *one* case within earshot of my pregnancy is entirely one too many. Pretty much the only perk of the first trimester is {Read More}
Thirty weeks! That sounds close.
August 27, 2009 By 3 Comments
It kinda feels like I’m in the “official” part of my pregnancy- like, now that it’s ten weeks or less ’til Baby Central, this means that I actually have to HAVE THE KID. And other such fun. I’m thoroughly NOT enjoying the every two weeks appointments. The constant poking, prodding and weigh-ins make me feel less Earth Mother and more Rocky Post-Retirement. Or like a science experiment gone horribly awry. (“Why are you still gaining weight?” “Well, until the kid {Read More}
Wanna come see my MacLaren?
August 19, 2009 By 1 Comment
This past weekend Peej and I headed to Pittsfield to be showered with baby…think ‘It’s Raining Men,’ but with pastels. Delicious food, adorable [teensy] presents and a couple dozen of the East Coasters I like best. Also- more than five instances of “I cannot believe how HUGE you are,” to which I reply: a) Believe it. I am carrying another PERSON, and b) that is something extraordinarily obvious to say and (more likely than not) the expectant mother is walking {Read More}
So, we really have to live here now, huh?
August 13, 2009 By 3 Comments
Big news this week- (Okay, I do realize it’s all very self-importantly “big” news to us…but I’m kinda longing for a week where I whine about being bored and say inane things like “I just painted my toenails. Again. Went with pink.” And hopefully we’ll get a week of that before the kid joins us)- we have a BED and FOUR WINDOWS. We actually have about thirty windows, but FOUR of them are NEW and UNBROKEN. Where to start? The {Read More}
It’s kinda like camping.
August 5, 2009 By 4 Comments
Shameless self-promotion: the ‘Snapshots’ festival that 20% Theatre Chicago produces every year is this weekend! One of my better one-acts is featured, as are two pieces that P.J. gets to rock. Come play! Thursday through Saturday at 8pm, Sunday at 7pm. Strawdog Theatre, 3829 N. Broadway, Chicago. Email at twentypercentchicago@yahoo.com for reservations (and a good time.) Business done? Yes? (Not even remotely.) Yes, we have a new house. Yes, I’m wildly pregnant. But no, I don’t feel like blogging about {Read More}
