Allow me a moment of self-confidence, if you will: I’m good at a lot of things. A lot. I’m a speed reader. People like my cooking. And for esoteric classic rock trivia? None better. That said, put me in a hospital scenario and I’m a tweaky, abysmal basket case. The antiseptic scent makes my head spin and my skin crawl. The sight of needles makes me babble. The idea of needles and general anesthetic and I.V.s makes me a truly {Read More}
Jasper went under the knife (no, Mom, I will NOT stop calling it that).
August 20, 2015 By 2 Comments
The art of the putter.
July 6, 2015 By Leave a Comment
I’m a proud putterer. My favorite kind of days are the ones where I can amble from room to room, task to task, feel like I’m slooooowly getting everything done, and become quietly inspired along the way. If I don’t have to get dressed, awesome. If there’s nothing urgent on the schedule, even awesomer. It’s not laziness- not entirely- and not antisocial behavior- pretty much not entirely- instead, it’s a reveling in the ability to organize, perch on the corner {Read More}
Jasper, Chicago Tourist.
July 2, 2015 By Leave a Comment
While his sisters attended camp during the morning hours this week, Jasper was subjected to my undivided attention. Which- on paper- he loves. But- also like paper- once he has it, he really, really doesn’t want it so much anymore. Let’s review. Monday 9 a.m. The girls are at camp! 9:02 a.m. Whiplash from twisting around in car seat to find nonexistent, minivan-hiding sisters. 9:37 a.m. Check-in at Children’s Memorial Hospital for a mouth-related, pre-op consult. 9:38 a.m. FIND THE {Read More}
Just the bullet points, folks.
June 25, 2015 By Leave a Comment
This week has been mentally, physically, psychologically, and culinarily exhausting. (Okay, I just threw that last one in there for fun. Our food situation has been just fine.) But here are the highlights: The girls have attended half-day vacation bible school with a bunch of their friends this week; even though we really haven’t been going to church a ton lately, Nora and Suzy certainly know enough to hold their own in a super-chill camp environment of the spiritual variety…but {Read More}
A Year and a Half. Totally Cool.
June 18, 2015 By 6 Comments
Dear Jasper, 18 months tomorrow. A year and then half a year. You are my last baby to be quantified in monthly terms. 6 months, 9 months, 14.5 months- obnoxious terminology for the parents who just cannot bear the idea of rounding up. “Almost 1.” “Almost 2.” “Almost leaving for college across the country to study ornithology which, really, is just a fancy name for birdwatching and can’t you do that here at home, Jasper?!” Stuff like that. And I’m {Read More}
15 Months IS TOO A Milestone.
March 19, 2015 By 4 Comments
Today is my youngest kid’s 15 month-day. Which is totally a thing. Because- again- he’s my youngest kid. I love this little man and his braced stance, cautious smile, and general demeanor that’s pretty much summed up as “pleasantly surprised.” No one’s knocking me to the ground in a bear-hug attack! I am pleasantly surprised! Lunch was served to me at a decent lunch-ish hour (while others were actually eating, too)! I am pleasantly surprised! Daytime eye contact?! I AM {Read More}
Rearranging Furniture And Other Marriage Helpers.
March 9, 2015 By Leave a Comment
I feel that moving and rearranging objects gives them energy, I honestly do. I feel that Feng Shui is a very real form of magic. I also feel that I have no actual skills when it comes to Feng Shui-ing the heck out of a room. This doesn’t stop me in the slightest. Related: P.J. is the (reluctantly) proud owner of a newly upended room. This is a guy, for the record, who likes his socks to go in the {Read More}
Jasper’s First Haircut And I Didn’t Even Yarf.
February 23, 2015 By 5 Comments
I have a thing about my youngest child- perhaps you’ve noticed. Not to be all Ma Bates over here, but my baby is my baby and a boy’s best friend is his mother. Digression. But even I’ll be among the first to admit that the kid needed a trim. His bangs went from Bieber-esque to Beatlesmania to “I bet your daughter’s really pretty under that waterfall of hair.” Even my Dad, the permissive rockstar that he is, casually mentioned that {Read More}
