On Monday, I decided to embark on a brand new diet. Ever since Jasper was born three months ago, I’ve felt a little…not great. First there were all the Christmas goodies…then New Year’s goodies…then yeah, it’s the middle of January goodies…then that whole sale on chocolate hearts as big as your face (yes, I held one up to my face before consuming it)…then, before I knew it, the first vestiges of spring and warmth came around. And that’s when I realized {Read More}
Chiberia, Sleep Deprivation, And Utter Joy.
Lovely frozen people of the world (and if you happen to be in a balmy clime, I’m sorta gonna need you to keep it to thyself for the next week): I hadn’t intended to blog only two-ish weeks into my “maternity leave” (hahaha), but decided to do so for a few reasons. Namely, I missed blogging. And you guys. And sharing simply crucial minutiae. (Incidentally, Crucial Minutiae would be an exceptional name for a book of essays, no?) Also, my {Read More}
The New Normal.
Sure thing, Mom. Things are finally starting to settle into a routine around here. This is good news, as Susannah is exactly a month old tomorrow and that’s a rather long time for a hazy, crazy bit of whirliness. It’s also juuust about long enough for Nora’s panic/insanity/full-body-tantrums-every-time-the-doorbell-rings to have run its course. Some might say it’s actually a few days too long, but we try not to judge, overmuch. We’re beginning to discover what the New Normal means- which {Read More}
Blatant Displays Of Excessive Affection.
Auntie KT loves Zu. And now, a bit of a love letter to my newest crush, Susannah Mae. I know that all new parents believe their infant to be the sweetest, most even-tempered child ever created. But they must be mistaken. For it is my multiple-nicknamed baby. She is so good- which I realize is a terrible mantle to place upon a child- but seriously. She is. Suzy only cries for two reasons; extreme hunger and extreme nudity. I completely {Read More}
But Who Will Prepare My Latte?
Going A’Work. We have had non-stop staff here at Chez Schoeny. And it’s been great. Crazy and [slightly] hard to get used to [initially], but great. My Mom flew in the Sunday before Susannah’s birthday. She quickly set the kitchen to her order, all the better to stock the freezer with pans, Tupperwares, and Ziploc baggies full of our (okay, mostly mine- but Peej is NOT complaining) favorite foods. Also, there is no laundry hanging out anywhere in our bedrooms or {Read More}
Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig!
The New Normal. This is the first time- in recent memory- when I’ve posted this blog with the extremely attentive help of a toddler (hell-bent on showing me each rattle in her sister’s collection) and a newborn (hell-bent on making me stare at her face for no urgent reason whatsoever). Okay, that last issue is totally mine. Maybe it’s the Norco, and maybe it’s the wild amount of cooking/cleaning/Mother Hen help I’ve been getting from my Mom (and my Dad {Read More}
Yelling At Inanimate Objects (And Other Fun.)
This photo, originally in the January ’10 issue of Parenting magazine, nearly gave me a brain aneurysm when I first saw it. So, so many things. For starters:-She is eleven years old.-She is holding a doughnut and wincing at her weight on the scale.–She weighs 129lbs.-To get a full body shot like that, she must have a positively Louvre-like bathroom. Or the photographer is standing directly inside her full length mirror. Am I to feel any sort of connection with this image? Any {Read More}
The turkey innards need to come outtards.
I decided to post a day early- why not? There’s no reason I HAVE to post on Thursdays…I can still be wild, fancy-free (whatever that means), not tied down to convention… Okay. Or it’s because we’re hosting our very first Thanksgiving tomorrow and there is NO WAY ON EARTH I can get Nora ready, the house ready, the food ready (a turkey? I may end up serving deli slices) and enjoy a leisurely blogging session. So, I’m enjoying my leisure {Read More}