The single best thing that has ever been randomly sent through the U.S. Mail- ever- is something that I’m about to share with you. It is a catalog. And it has changed my life. Not only that, but I am also able to show you each individual item that has made me a better American- nay, human being. For- their online catalog is gonna allow me some visual aides. Ready? (Of course you aren’t. How do you prepare for something {Read More}
Brefft.
August 30, 2010 By 2 Comments
That’s like ‘bereft,’ but with less syllables and more f’s. Which makes it more powerful, obviously. Also- the iPhone and I are having words about things that are not actually words. (“Beets? Beef?” “No- brefft.” “But that’s not real!” “I know.” “IT HAS TO BE A REAL WORD.”) Anyway, back to brefft. ‘Cause I am. Last night, in the swelty Chicago heat, as I showered off the near 12 hours of planes, trains and automobiles- and then stepped into a {Read More}
That whole "noon" thing was really ambitious.
August 16, 2010 By 1 Comment
This past weekend was a doozy. After a slight change in plans allowed me to attend our darling pal Caitlin’s going away party at Mrs. Murphy’s Irish Bistro (go rock the West Coast, sugar!), Peej, Nora and I left for Indiana eaaaaaarly Saturday morning. I’m pretty sure I’m a part time Indiana resident at this point. We headed to Bloomington for the wedding of Natalie and Dave- she of my Pilates-classes-gettin’-me-back-into-jeans-without-elastic fame. {Read More}
Don’t trust that smile.
August 5, 2010 By 5 Comments
Nora and I just returned from her nine month checkup and I’m happy to report that she is indeed growing. And moving. And hitting milestones- in fact, she’s knocking ’em over like a sprinter catching his track shoes on a series of hurdles. Which, you know, isn’t usually a positive metaphor, but one that kept popping into my head. Kick, thwack, karate chop. Milestones. She’s still in the 10-25th percentile for height and head size (yay, consistent brains!) and solidly {Read More}
And we’ve listened to Life Is A Highway 89 times. Today.
July 29, 2010 By 1 Comment
My daughter is currently snoozing upstairs. Sleepin’ the sleep of the completely stoked. The slightly bewildered. The most definitely over-fed. Let’s backtrack a tad. On Tuesday morning, Peej dropped Nora and I off at O’Hare, the Airport Where Dreams Go To Die. I had decided to wake her up a bit earlier than normal for our 8:30am flight…only to find that she was already awake, happily waving at me over the rail of her crib. Subsequently, she was ready for {Read More}
Sounds like all we do is watch TV and fail to sleep.
July 22, 2010 By 5 Comments
I looked at the clock this a.m. with a sense of pride. 7:30. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet and I had already: woken up (a big deal), fed the baby, bathed the baby, re-rinsed the baby (she had some Cheerios in ear-like places…and one right square on her cheek- my bad), decided against rinsing myself (yep, that took time), cleaned the first floor bathroom and half-heartedly done the dishes. As I got Nora ready for her first nap of the day, {Read More}
Turkish appetizers and Mexican helado- must be the 4th!
July 5, 2010 By 5 Comments
As I sit here typing, I can hear my daughter’s rageful meows from the room directly above me. (Seriously, she sounds like the cats. I think they have a thing going on where they decided if they all sound alike, then we’ll come running all the time. I don’t quite get this logic, but then again- I’m neither an 8 month old human nor a 6 year old cat.) She had decided she was too tired to even hold up her head {Read More}
We did other stuff, too. Really.
June 28, 2010 By 4 Comments
The Bitsy Bug is dozing off a low-grade fever this a.m., which means P.J. and I are finally leaving her alone. Seriously. I fully realize that a fever under 104 degrees truly doesn’t warrant any more medical attention than a cool washcloth, the occasional Tylenol and a vodka tonic, extra limes- hey, the whole house is dealing with the kiddo’s discomfort, okay?- but you should try telling that to us in the middle of Taking Care Of Nora. We have entire, {Read More}
