This morning, Nora just about exploded with pride and gleeful excitement as she got ready for school. Why? Oh, no big deal, just the fact that her Dad was gonna be the room parent today. (“Remember to introduce Dad to your friends, Nora.” “Oh, I don’t need to do that- everyone knows MY DAD.”) It made me think back to when my Dad was the field trip chaperone, and what crazy-terrific days those were. (I mean, it was MY DAD. {Read More}
The Secret To Valentine’s Day.
February 13, 2014 By 10 Comments
I’ve had some pretty spectacular Valentine’s Days in the past. Romantic ones. Quiet ones. Ones where the evening cost way too much money, and others where it barely cost a dime. Thusly, I kinda consider myself an expert. And as such, I’ve figured out the perfect formula: Have more than one Valentine with whom to spend the day. I actually have four. They all celebrate with me in very different ways- although none of them particularly ascribe to the diamonds {Read More}
Wednesday Roundup! Also, A Colander Hat.
February 12, 2014 By 6 Comments
It’s Wednesday! Friday’s Valentine’s Day (yay!), and it’s still really cold (boo), although I’ve currently got a sweet-smelling newborn sleeping under my chin (yay!), but it’s also my Dad’s chemo day (boo). So- warm loving Cupid-shaped fuzzies, soft n’ fleecy things, snuggly squeezes, and nary a chemo side-effect to you [Dad]. On to the recap! On Thursday, I admitted that I might hafta hand off my Mother of the Year mug to someone more deserving. Over at Chicago Parent last {Read More}
Six Weeks: A Photo Comparison.
January 30, 2014 By 18 Comments
In honor of Jasper’s Six Weekiversary…(and because I’m frighteningly obsessed with my children’s faces) I decided to compare and contrast each kiddo’s head at around the same age. May I present to you: Nora. Roughly six weeks old. Not thrilled about it. Susannah. Roughly six weeks old. Thrilled about everything. (Although questioning her Mom’s Hipstamatic habit.) Jasper. Roughly six weeks old. Cheerfully resigned to it all. In conclusion…our kids have alarmingly chubby cheeks and reaaaally big eyes. Other than that, I think {Read More}
Good Friends And Crazy Children.
January 23, 2014 By 14 Comments
So, the good people connected to my darling little family continue to be exceptionally Good People. And I realize I’ve been horribly remiss with all of these shout-outs in forgetting to acknowledge my friend Bethany- quite possibly one of my best friends in the history of friendship- who hoofed it over to my house on multiple early mornings so that I didn’t have to pack Zu and Jasper into the car on preschool drop-off mornings. And who then proceeded to stay {Read More}
Nora Is A TwirlyGirl.
January 18, 2014 By 9 Comments
When you have daughters, you get presented with what society thinks they should want in terms of fashion. And when you have two very present daughters, they bring their own ideas to the metaphorical table. (The physical table is way too covered in glitter and smallish wheels to be of much use right now.) Sometimes companies are way off base in their product and advertising (I’m lookin’ at you, sassy-writing-across-the-butt sweatpants and I’m Too Cute For Math hoodies), but every now {Read More}
A New Gig And At Least One Bathtub Photo.
January 8, 2014 By 6 Comments
Okay guys, this will be the shortest weekly recap in the history of ever…because I only have two things to report: My re-admittance to the blogging world after the birth of my son/all the holidays/etc., etc., etc… And the complete awesomesauceitude of my new job blogging for The Mix, 101.9 FM, a fabulously fabulous radio station here in Chicago. 2014 is waving the ol’ banner of Terrific, thus far. Keep it up, 2014. And wow, that’s a short post, right? {Read More}
Terrible Mom: Holiday Prep Edition.
December 2, 2013 By 27 Comments
Yesterday, I was kind of a jerk. I didn’t start out that way (and I certainly didn’t feel jerkish at the time)…but apparently the recipe for Jerk is: Christmas anxiety, decorating a tree with “help,” and nine months gestation. Nora really, really wanted to help me. And last year (when she was a babyish 3 as opposed to the completely grown 4 she always purports to be) I allowed her to choose a few non-breakable ornaments and shove them onto a [completely {Read More}
