Happy Feast of Saint Nicholas! Just what I asked for! Here is how we celebrated this morning: -One of us filled a miniature boot and two normal-sized boots with candy, advent calendars and a rubber reindeer duck.-One of us peed through one of our jammies/bedding/lovies/sleepsack.-One of us spilled coffee on ourselves whilst trying to eat a Snickers bar shaped like a Nutcracker. I’ll leave it as anonymously as that. Okay, so now it’s fully and terrifically the Christmas season. We’ve got {Read More}
<—Not Brave.
November 8, 2010 By 4 Comments
Nora is covered in band-aids. Five of them, to be exact. On her bruised, teensy tiny upper arms. I have one band-aid. But I care not for my own pain- for it is my penance. Oh, sure, Nora was thrilled to see the doctor and her nurse pals this a.m. What’s not to like? Cool artwork (for her, anyway- she’s not too discerning yet), tons of stuff to poke and touch, people telling her how big and strong and pretty she is… {Read More}
Intensive porpoises.
November 5, 2010 By 6 Comments
[Note: This posting was, for all intents and purposes, ready to go this a.m. However, apparently I wasn’t. Really, all I had to do was do a li’l spell check, edit some late night phrases that don’t do so well in the light of day (and vice versa) and hit ‘publish post.’ Yup. Couldn’t even manage that. To be fair, I was awfully busy ruining my daughter’s life and stranding a three year-old in the line for preschool pickup. One super sick {Read More}
November is for sleeping.
November 1, 2010 By 2 Comments
Firstly and foremostly, congrats to Kelly F, winner extraordinaire of the Brain Noodles giveaway! (And no, that does not read ‘Keely F.’ It doesn’t.) Hope you have some fun kiddos in your life- or enjoy a good crafty evening by yourself. ‘Cause who doesn’t? Except for autophobes. Hmm. So. Where did October go? Ah yes, now I remember. We sent it packing with armloads of confetti and [impossible to open] plastic toy enclosures, a face full of Trick or Treat makeup {Read More}
Like a Sharpie with a chisel. Of diamonds. Big ones.
October 28, 2010 By 5 Comments
It continues to be Birthday Week. On Monday I enjoyed regaling my pretty terrific husband P.J. with a list of 29 reasons why he should remain married to me. Today’s featured birthdaygoer (and haver) is none other than Nora Jane, One Year Old Extraordinaire (well, tomorrow, anyhow.) What?! How can she be that aged already, didn’t you carry her for thrice this long, you exclaim? (AGREED.) But since it wouldn’t be fair to only list 1 reason why she should {Read More}
Insulation Cancellation…*
September 30, 2010 By 3 Comments
Overshot the Peekaboo. …and My Kid Is Terrific (Parts 1 and 77, respectively.) *Thanks, Dorrie. Yesterday, we were going to have a guy come and fix our crawlspaces. They are seriously hurting. Four attic-like rooms off of the upstairs bedrooms- two the size of [really awful] bedrooms themselves- and all with upside down insulation…if at all. (There are, however, crazy amounts of notebooks, beer bottle caps and at least one high school prom mug. Good Counsel, Class of ’83, if anyone’s {Read More}
Fall is for Nostalgia.
September 20, 2010 By 2 Comments
There’s something so freeing about chilly- and overcast- Fall weekends. They totally give you permission to do what you whine about wanting to do all week…nothing at all. So we snuggled in. Ate junk food. Watched the ’80s version of Pippi Longstocking- for Nora. In case you’re curious, it completely stands the test of time. (Life is a breeeeeze…) We also watched a classic episode of Sesame Street- from the 4th season, once they’d ironed out most of the kinks of {Read More}
Keely Says Awkward Things On The Food Network…
September 13, 2010 By 6 Comments
…And Other Weekendy Things. Compared to last weekend’s glorious hibernation, I’m pretty sure this weekend has led Nora to believe that her car seat is her new nursery. (It is very nice.) Saturday: P.J. had an audition. (Good little trick for all you actor pals out there- disregard all audition notices for one calendar year. Have a big ol’ life event. Despair a little bit about your career. One year to the day later- you’ll be batting auditions away with a {Read More}
