There is so much. There is always so much. Will you remind me of this in the dark days of early Chicago March when I want to chew my own face off with stir-craziness/no one returns my phone calls? (I had never previously believed those two items to be related. I now see the error of my ways.) The last handful of days can be broken down into three very specific events: We’re not leaving, are we? End O’ The Cape {Read More}
Schoenies Go East
On vacay. Back soon. Havin’ a great time. No, really. Love, The Guy Getting Up With The Toddler Each A.M., The Bitsy Who Is Not Sure About Those “Tides,” and The Gal Who Leaves No Food On Trays.
Mold N’ Neuroses N’ Manipulation
Everyone’s feeling the crazy. Motherhood has made me a new kind of crazy. (And- before- I used to think that my neuroses knew no bounds.) Which just goes to prove my extremely new theory that having a kid makes you MORE of what you were before. And that’s not even one of those lovey, sentimental sampler stitchings- I was nuts before, but my insanity has been amplified since having Nora. I was kind of a clean freak before…now I’m a {Read More}
On The Road Again. (Seriously?)
Whee! So what does a pack of Schoenies do when they find themselves without a houseguest and/or crazy weekend plans? They get outta Dodge. For 24 hours. (Which, some folks might speculate would create a ton of work on the part of the two people packing/planning/toting the toddler…but any time I don’t have to clean the kitchen after a meal is a good excuse for a trip. Unless you count the mad dash cleaning immediately prior and the post-return explosion of {Read More}
But Nothing Will Stop Me From Over-Sugaring My Toddler!
Pos’sicle. This weekend was nuts. Not because we left Chicago during rush hour- which we did- to spend a day and a half in Cincinnati, allowing ourselves the privilege of multiple hours along Indiana’s most scenic of highways (also true). And not because it was our first free weekend without overnight guests since early June- which was also strangely true. (What is the allure, people? We have no central A/C and are asleep on the couch as soon as NJ {Read More}
Back to reality…and the inflatable giraffe pool.
Happy Day After Memorial Day, everyone! Or, to The Monkey, Happy 21 weeks. To Peej- Happy Day Back At Work… And to me, Happy Oh My God, There’s A Lot Of Laundry Here- and How Long Was That Sippy Cup Stuck Under The Passenger Seat, Anyway Day. (Observed.) Some weekend highlights: Family, naps, pooltime, Skyline cheese coneys, miniature people in sundresses, multiple improbable yet highly successful mammoth group photos, a stunning black tie wedding, dancing with my husband…and other people’s {Read More}
From somewhere in the Midwest…
Happy Memorial Day! In light of the fact that many of you are traveling…and many of you are on your third brunch of the weekend- for example- we’re gonna go ahead and do a real post tomorrow. Love and thanks and hopes for a wundy day, Keel n’ Peej n’ N.J. Thumbnail pic courtesy of Clark Street PhotographyHappy weekend, indeed!
On [in] the road [air] again…
This is how I USED to travel. This morning, the mini Schoeny clan o’ Chicago shall be heading back East. Sadly, this involves plane travel. Over the past few years, I’ve come to realize that I am a car trip kinda gal. So is my daughter. So is my husband (sans the “gal” part.) In fact, that last part is a bit of an understatement. Peej is the KING of the road trip. (And I am his consort. I can {Read More}