Give ‘Em Some Wigs And They’re Practically Barristers.

This is what happened the other day. Here is the story behind it.  They were playing so nicely- so nicely- the kind of playing where they actually held hands and spun and sang made-up language songs and I felt- if only for a moment- that we were rather Von Trapp-ish.  And in that moment, I decided to put away some laundry I had been folding. Specifically towels. Their destination

Nora Likes Wednesdays.

You know, just a Wednesday. The kind where you need to wear something fancy- but not too fancy because, after all, it is still a Wednesday. So you forgo the [detachable] wings to be a bit more rough n’ ready for whatever the [Wednes]day brings. And you’ve got your apple tea with honey in a Big Kid Mug and literally dozens of Tag Reader books in front of you and you’ve JUST FOUND BOTH OF

2013 Is For Nappers.

Kinda like the Baby New Year (and her sister)…but noisier. Happy Day After New Year’s Day! Which isn’t a real thing, but I’m still in yelly, celebratory mode from this intense holiday season! So, I’ve gotta say, I enjoyed the heck out of my miniature blogcation- which is the last time I shall utter that word, I promise. (But I did.) It’s been a kinda crazed past few weeks, and it was nice

Public Drinking And Abject Coveting. (Christmas!)

I hear you’re the guy what haz the toy access. Pay no mind to the baby,she’s just a baby. She’s not In The Know. This past Saturday was the annual event that pretty much tops all other Chicago events for me: The Christkindlmarket in the Daley Plaza. That’s right, the kitsch fest that contains every German ever to carve an ornament (and some of their Mexican and/or Ecuadorian compatriots with

Trees And Panic And Church. And Drinking.

“I have no idea what’s happening!”- Suzy I’ve been feeling very behind, rather frantic, and Not. In. The. Holiday. Spirit. At. All. And as ads (and Facebook) have been reminding me…there’s only a few short weeks left to get it all done. And this made me panic. Until I realized that it’s December 3rd. THIRD. Not twenty-third. This is actually the official start to the Christmas season.

Are Schools Ranked By Charm?

Nora happens to attend the world’s cutest school. Sure, it’s academically awesome and socially superb and all that… …But it’s also really, really cute. Every single one of these kiddos- adorable. I’m not biased in the slightest. Kids in the hall. (It’s the quiet ones you’ve gotta watch out for.) Pretty sure she digs it here.

Mother Of The Year, Milkshake Edition.

I got this. On the eve of Birthday Weekend (P.J.’s birthday, followed by Nora’s birthday party, followed by Nora’s actual birthday), I decided to take the whole fam out for milkshakes. It was a Friday evening, I had already baked a gazillion and two cupcakes, and Peej happens to think milkshakes are the answer to everything. It was an obvious choice. We went to Margie’s Candies, a pretty durned famous Chicago institution of Ice Cream Awesome. We got a booth. {Read More}

The Spooky Salon.

I was pulling together costume pieces (and sorting the copious piles of clean/dirty laundry), with my two miniature helpers- namely, half-dressed Orange Butterfly and fully dressed [pajama-outfitted] Brown Puppy. Nora announced that she wanted to play Jeremy (the dude who cut her hair, not the Pearl Jam song, sigh). I handed her a small pink comb and the water spray bottle, and opened Susannah’s closet with an armful of sweaters. I turned back not three seconds later to find- -A confused {Read More}