Sundays are fabulous. Sunday mornings at my house are a study in perfection. Seriously. A glimpse, if you will: 7:45am: Nora rolls to her side and pokes me in the face until I wake up. (Yes, DCFS, she still sleeps with us in the mornings. Please do not remove her from our home- she has tons of things here.) When I do wake up, she gives me an appreciative grin that makes me wonder why I didn’t wake up hours {Read More}
Thursday is the new Saturday. No, really, it is.
A brand-new graffitiesque mural has gone up in my neighborhood; it’s on the side of a building near the intersection of Kedzie and Montrose, to be exact. It is great. The word “diversity” is written (scrawled?) in about ten different languages. You know, the languages that represent Albany Park. A multitude of beautiful, happy, diverse faces are looking in different directions, quite artful, and are layered willy-nilly to show the many different colors and ethnicities of our lovely ‘hood. Fabulous. {Read More}
Y2k10! That seems more like a ‘captcha’ than a ‘year.’
In honor of the impending new year- and in consideration of the wee babe in an aquarium bouncer by my knee- I shall jam out a brief review of the year that was ’09: January- We failed to buy a house. This was sad. I began taking Pilates lessons to combat the “extra ten pounds”- ha HA. (I would KILL for an extra ten pounds right now. Well, not exactly. Rather, I’d kill to only have ten pounds to lose. {Read More}
Survivor’s "Vital Signs" on vinyl? Yeah, she digs that one, too.
How on Earth has it been seven weeks since Nora arrived and filled my dryer with hundreds of miniature pastel socks? (They’re printed with Mary-Janes on the toes- she has about fifteen different colors, quite a feat. HAH.) Other big changes: our upstairs is now outfitted with a cool mist humidifier (no one ever gave a damn about MY nose in the winter!), various play areas in brightly contrasting hues are present on each floor (okay, only half are Nora-specific), {Read More}
Five weeks! I’m thinking ‘ice cream cake.’
Last week, we saw our heroine attempting to baste a turkey, clean a house, soothe a newborn and prepare for partygoers. Did she succeed? (You bet your sweet mushroom gravy she did.) The key? Help. LOTS o’ help. A task-oriented dude, for one. Really, really good friends bearing yum dishes. Showering also gives a nice li’l bit of pep. Also- a baby who decides to prolong her morning nap for three hours. Nora Schoeny for the win! P.J. and I {Read More}
Well, THAT was crazy!
(And look- it’s Thursday! Sure, Thursday night, but still the right blogging day!) Ain’t nothin’ gonna break-a my stride!) So, um, I had a baby! And here’s how it went down: After my morning last Thursday of cleaning everything- twice- and overpacking for a three night stay at the most luxurious of hospitals EVER (and P.J.’s “working from home,” which, God bless him, he really did try to do), we headed downtown. On the way, we said things like, “wouldn’t {Read More}
Hey there, Scorpio baby!
Well, this is it. The end of Date Night Month. (And, uh, the BEGINNING OF THE REST OF MY LIFE AS A PARENT AND NON-SLEEPER.) October has treated me pretty well. This week alone we rounded out the dates with a viewing of “Where the Wild Things Are” (I cried, surprise, surprise), a yum dinner at Kiki’s Bistro (no relation) for Peej’s birthday (we had steak pomme frites- bringing us up to…four steaks this week. Nice life) a walk in {Read More}
Kinda like Buy One Get One Free…
…of a really bizarre infomercial product… …for which you ended up paying a ton of shipping anyhow! Week 33. TWO classes this week, folks. That’s right. Double your awesome info. Starting with Tuesday…a.k.a. INFANT AND CHILD CPR AND FIRST AID NIGHT. Now, I’ve been a nanny for seven years and know (roughly) how to keep a kid alive. But a refresher course is a refresher course, especially considering a lot of this “practical” knowledge will fly straight out of my {Read More}