Weekend trips can really teach you a lot. Like about the importance of deep breaths.For example. Try this li’l exercise:After watching your husband toss a few outfits into a duffel bag the night before the trip, try-a) packing your own stuff, b) the baby’s stuff, c) healthy-ish meals for the baby, d) junk food for the husband/self/baby if she’s feeling really quick, e) items forgotten by one’s husband, f) things the kiddo needs- but still needs for the a.m nap, g) new outfit for the baby {Read More}
The issues seriously do not stop coming.
May 27, 2010 By 4 Comments
Bananaversaries are wonderful. And, for the uninitiated- i.e., anyone I’m not directly related to and/or folks that don’t have to endure my lax take on the English language- I once gave my sister and bro in-law a card with two dancing bananas. Okay, they may not have been dancing. But they were celebrating an anniversary. Hence, bananaversary. And that is the only acceptable word for which to describe a milestone in Chez Schoeny. (And Flynn. And Grant.) So, the bananaverse {Read More}
I can’t drive 55.
April 12, 2010 By 6 Comments
…But apparently, neither can the state of Michigan. This past weekend Annie and I surprised our excellent pal, massage therapist extraordinaire and partner-in-crime since 2002 (Annie and Kat go further back, but we’re gonna go by my timeline, here) with a superbly awesome girls’ getaway trip to Harbor Country, Michigan. I had never thought about Michigan in that way, before. I have been a fool.For starters, we sent Kat a text on Thursday afternoon, saying she’d receive instructions the following {Read More}
Y2k10! That seems more like a ‘captcha’ than a ‘year.’
December 31, 2009 By 6 Comments
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}
Eight weeks! Also, Christmas Eve! Also, naptime.
December 24, 2009 By 1 Comment
Being home is fun. Take, for instance, the bonding, the “face time” that you get when sitting next to your big sister, also updating her blog. On warring laptops. It’s this kind of togetherness that warms the cockles of my heart. So does her blog. [ www.grant-wishes.com ] Also, what’s a cockle? Is it like a ventricle? Do those need warming? Discuss. So. New England. The holidays. The holiday TRAVEL. The holiday travel over-packing. Why does Nora need her own {Read More}
Survivor’s "Vital Signs" on vinyl? Yeah, she digs that one, too.
December 17, 2009 By 3 Comments
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}
Wanna come see my MacLaren?
August 19, 2009 By 1 Comment
This past weekend Peej and I headed to Pittsfield to be showered with baby…think ‘It’s Raining Men,’ but with pastels. Delicious food, adorable [teensy] presents and a couple dozen of the East Coasters I like best. Also- more than five instances of “I cannot believe how HUGE you are,” to which I reply: a) Believe it. I am carrying another PERSON, and b) that is something extraordinarily obvious to say and (more likely than not) the expectant mother is walking {Read More}
Anyone have a Tums?
July 9, 2009 By 7 Comments
So, in roughly the amount of time it took to BUILD a new (and smallish) house, we managed to PURCHASE one! For crazy amounts of Monopoly money that I was briefly allowed to touch before it was snapped up in the hands of Lawyers. (Would someone like to buy me a sandwich? I feel that to make this purchase work, we may have to forego “food” for a while.) It’s totally worth it! No apartment number EVER AGAIN! We sat {Read More}
