“…And then, the King smote all of the princesses’ suitors…” Let me paint a little picture of heroics for you. The four of us- Peej, Nora, Zuzu, and myself- were sitting and having a lovely dinner. Well, “lovely” might be a loose term. In fact, it had gotten downright stressful, due to the fact that Nora was bouncing around her chair like a pinball and Susannah was laughing like a loon at her sister’s antics. “Where is her booster seat?” {Read More}
Just Watch Where You’re Stepping.
June 13, 2012 By Leave a Comment
We live in a pretty gritty neighborhood. I mean, we’re not talking The Wire-esque Baltimore, here, but it’s not exactly Mayberry. Even still, we have moments and places of utter loveliness within throwing distance of our humble (and breaky) abode: Our neighbor’s Koi pond. The girls sometimes think thisis the Aquarium. Even though they’ve been to the real one, I’ve yet to properly correct them. We live four blocks from Manor Playlot, the manicured little parkthat’s right down the street from {Read More}
Keely Rants At Her Kid’s Clothing.
May 21, 2012 By 6 Comments
Resting up. So, Nora has this shirt. It’s a hand-me-down, as we’re lucky enough to have most of her clothing be. It’s short-sleeved, and features gold scrolling writing that spells out: “Where’s My Prince Charming?” And for some reason (that I couldn’t put my finger upon until today) this passively phrased tee bothered me. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love princes and princesses. Dollhouses. Fairies n’ mermaids n’ trolls n’ dressing up. I love makeup and crowns. Disney movies. Happily {Read More}
Wynken And Blynken And Nod.
May 16, 2012 By 2 Comments
Even when things get awful and messy and smelly and chaotic, it never fails to amaze me that the simple act of watching these two dynamos nap can make everything seem a teensy bit sweeter. (Still messy. Just nicer to look at.)
Reminiscing This And That.
May 9, 2012 By 1 Comment
I was going to post more pix of the whole-house carnage, but decided on this instead. I present to you: [Part Of] “Oodelally,” Sung By A Slightly Crabby Swedish Chef.
Best Birth Control On The Market.
April 19, 2012 By 5 Comments
Great story, Mom. Let me set the stage for you. Nora, having recently begun the whole All Underwear, All The Time show, was having a hit or miss kinda morning. That said, by 9am I had already sanitized everything on which a little bum could fit. (Because, the sad reality is this: Potty training a two year-old is awfully akin to chasing an incontinent velociraptor.) Susannah, for her part, had been constipated for two days. And was covered with mashed {Read More}
Nora’s Practically A Money Guru.
April 12, 2012 By 3 Comments
And now, an exceptional money saving tip from the most unlikely of sources: Two year-old Nora Jane. Looking to save a little bit extra on those peskily expensive items of produce? Live n’ learn, folks, live n’ learn. Here’s how Nora does it: We walk to Cermak Produce, our favorite exceptionally affordable Hispanic grocery store. Walking through its vast aisles of fruits and veggies, Nora happily announces that she wants apples! Eggplants! Whatever that spiky thing is! (One of those vaguely {Read More}
Can We Swap "Wordless" With "Instagram?"
April 11, 2012 By 1 Comment
Avocado Face. The Burger Princess. …And I call this one “Look At The Goober On The Side.”
