Hide n’ seek foyer time. There are few things nicer than lining up hordes of Little People (the teensy, plasticky ones- not folks with dwarfism) and shoving them into neon-colored houses and miniature fairy castles. It helps if one’s assistant is a miniature, round-cheeked gal herself. Farm equipment and bus stop accessories optional. Nora loves her toys. Loves putting them precisely where they ought to go and then belly-flopping them into smithereens. Both activities make her so happy that it’s hard to {Read More}
I call dibs on this weather.
February 17, 2011 By 7 Comments
Okay, the whole “dibs” thing really needs to end. Like a week ago. For those not in the greater Chicagoland area or not aware of the debilitating bonkertude that a day and change of snow can inflict, I am not speaking of those delicious chocolate covered ice cream wonders. Those are permitted. I am speaking, of course, about every single one of my neighbors and their household furniture. Holding parking spots. Ones that they’d shoveled. TWO WEEKS AGO. Sure, I {Read More}
Say it with clowns.
February 14, 2011 By 2 Comments
Way too big for love. It’s Valentine’s Day! That wonderful time of cellophane and glitter and overindulgence and tutus and sugar-crash naps. This year, I’ve included a pic of Nora’s valentine for everyone to see. First things first. You may be asking yourself why the card is so garishly big. Noted. And. Secondly, that is a grapefruit next to the valentine for size comparison. Here is what went down. I made a handful of normal-sized valentines for the usual crowd. Nothing crazy {Read More}
I am so lazy.
February 10, 2011 By 7 Comments
This floor is dirtying my nightgown. “Fast, cheap, and good… pick two. If it’s fast and cheap it won’t be good. If it’s cheap and good it won’t be fast. If it’s fast and good it won’t be cheap. Fast, cheap, and good… pick two words to live by.” – Tom Waits That’s one of my husband’s favorite quotes. And it happens to be attributed to one of my favorite songwriters. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, in terms of {Read More}
Let us pray.
January 24, 2011 By 7 Comments
Hi! Nora’s a really good little kid. I feel like I haven’t been blogging about her as much as I used to- back in the days of first food, first sounds, first episode of The Office- because she’s always just around. Being cool. Sure, she’s in the stories a ton, but hasn’t gotten a ton of solo press lately. So here’s what’s up with the biggie little in the house: -Anytime I’ve helped one of my kiddos out on the potty, {Read More}
I’m half kidding about the pine needle project.
January 10, 2011 By 3 Comments
This post, by all rights, should have been ready for publication about an hour ago. However, an incredibly cute and persistent toddler has been giving what I like to call The Adorable And Timely Awareness Of Fleeting Moments Face. It involves a lot of belly laughs and doe eyes. Thusly, a good portion of my morning has been spent rocking any combination of four baby dolls (rotated at will by The Empress herself) with a pointed finger and the simple direction to {Read More}
By the numbers.
December 27, 2010 By 6 Comments
This was Nora’s holiday week- let’s break it down. On Wednesday: (4) meat products were consumed, (9) family members were hugged. Thursday: (5) meat products were consumed, (30) family members were hugged. Friday: (4) meat products were consumed, (9) family members- not including her touchy/feely parents. Saturday: (6) meat products were consumed…plus (5) cheese appetizers, (29) family members were hugged. Sunday: (5) meat products were consumed, plus the rest of the cheese/etc., appetizers, (10) family members were hugged. This a.m. {Read More}
It’s the little ones you hafta watch.
December 16, 2010 By 8 Comments
Bath Pingu also frightens me. I am easily frightened. I think we all can agree on that. However, the other day my bravery reached an all new low. I was taking advantage of a quiet/resting Nora by doing all sorts of exotic and glamorous activities in the upstairs bathroom; brushing my teeth, using moisturizer, contemplating a braid. Glancing up into the mirror, I saw into Nora’s open room through the reflection. I saw her crib, I saw her lovies, I saw…her {Read More}
