Naw, it’s cool. Just a bladder infection. And now, let’s check in with everyone’s favorite Terrible Midwestern Mama- Me. This week’s descent into therapy is brought to you by the letter T, for Toilet Bowl. Nora had been happily using the potty, not using the potty, and talking about things she wanted to do whilst on the potty (read various books, call loved ones on the phone, not take her nap, etc.) for the better part of the hour leading up {Read More}
Dragging Kids About Town.
December 5, 2011 By 3 Comments
The past few days have been great. Unless you ask my children. Then, the time has been rotten. For starters, we rocked Nora’s world with the trifecta of terror: Santa, first haircut, and meeting new people. We thought she’d dig seeing Santa, seeing as how she’s been obsessed with all of the classic Christmas movies and telling everyone how KIND she’s been. (Saturday morning she excitedly told me that Santa would even give her a treat because she’s been so KIND.) {Read More}
I Still Want A Hula Hoop.
December 1, 2011 By 2 Comments
Last year’s questionable meet-up We’ve really been pushing The Christmas. Mostly for myself. It’s kind of hard to be in the spirit of things when really (reallyreallyreally) tired, but the [advent] calendar waits for no man! So we’ve been rocking the Sirius XM holiday station. Expected side effect: I remember how much I adore renditions of ‘O Holy Night’ (except for Jewel’s- blechity blech) and any incarnation of Canon in D. Especially if a children’s choir is singing in the background. {Read More}
A Week In The Life Of An Artiste.
November 16, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Ah, a nice watercolor/chalk mixed media. Miss? No drinks in the theater. THIS BIG. Uh, no I was NOT using the purple marker.
Today’s Wordless Wednesday Is Brought To You…
November 9, 2011 By 1 Comment
…By the Letter ‘P’…and the Number 4[am]. Can you find all of the ‘P’ words? (The 4am is evident everywhere.)
The New Normal.
November 3, 2011 By 1 Comment
Sure thing, Mom. Things are finally starting to settle into a routine around here. This is good news, as Susannah is exactly a month old tomorrow and that’s a rather long time for a hazy, crazy bit of whirliness. It’s also juuust about long enough for Nora’s panic/insanity/full-body-tantrums-every-time-the-doorbell-rings to have run its course. Some might say it’s actually a few days too long, but we try not to judge, overmuch. We’re beginning to discover what the New Normal means- which {Read More}
We Like Her A Little Bit.
October 31, 2011 By 3 Comments
Two! My wildly wonderful Nora Jane, You are- unequivocally- two years old. While I’d long suspected this age (since- oh, you were nine or ten months old), the calendar finally backs me up. Two years going on fourteen, that’s you. In the color spectrum, you are neither grey nor pastel, but every single bold and definite shade. In the ’80s, back when Day Glo was a very real concept, you would have been those short-lived (but much adored) neon Crayolas. {Read More}
Splish Splash.
October 20, 2011 By 1 Comment
Nora and Susannah are two very different ladies. Nora was the teensiest little Bitsy of a baby, with her dark hair eventually turning a really cool honey color. Her eyes (and temper) are just like mine- dark. Other than that, she’s a mini doppelganger of her Dad; wide mouth, curly toes, and the opinion that the deep knee bounce is the world’s best dance move. Zuzu entered the world a full pound and inch larger than her “big” sister. Last night- at {Read More}
