Haven’t we all had a weekend like this? Some weekends are just unexpectedly nice. Even when you’ve got nothing planned ahead of time; except- ahem- for a lengthy To Do list involving lumber, shelving, and copious amounts of storage for one’s husband. (For his stuff, rather. He doesn’t need to go into storage. He can stay right out here in the open. As long as he finishes his To Do list, that is.) On Saturday, I braved Marshall’s to view {Read More}
Nothing But The Best.
July 2, 2012 By 2 Comments
It’s official- Susannah is a Chicagoan. Not because she’s been to the lake or complained about the heat or had deep dish…but because she attended her first Parking Lot Carnival. And she really, really liked it. Yes to everything! Nora, quite the daredevil lately, happily fulfilled her longstanding dream of “CAN I DRIVE THE CAR IN THE FRONT SEAT AND HOLD THE STEERING WHEEL?!” (This was surprising for two reasons: 1) She eked by on the height requirement. I think {Read More}
Surfin’ Safari It Ain’t.
June 28, 2012 By 1 Comment
“There’s some good chompin’ sand over here, Susannah!” There are days where you feel like you’ve unlocked the door to Competent Adulthood. Then there are other days where bang your head on the beam of Ignorant Idiocy. Today would most likely skew towards the latter. It didn’t start out that way. No, the morning began with a cleaned kitchen, three loads of put-away laundry, prepped lunches, and an invitation to join our friends (and their daughter Emily, who happens to be {Read More}
Sum-Sum-Summertime.
June 27, 2012 By 2 Comments
I should really just start calling Wednesdays This Week In Instagram.
Tuesday Is No Longer The Weekend.
May 29, 2012 By 1 Comment
I am failing to understand why she is no longer in Chicago. Please pardon the fact that I did not post yesterday morning: I was having way too much of a weekend to be bothered with things like computers (and showers). My college bestie came to visit, and we proceeded to engage in activities that our 19 year-old selves would’ve popped eyeballs over. For instance, pushing a double stroller through a tree-lined neighborhood. Convincing a toddler to finish her corndog. Asking {Read More}
Green Means Fun, Darnit!
March 19, 2012 By 1 Comment
Sorry, Zuzu, it’s picture time. This was the best summer holiday I’ve ever had for St. Patrick’s Day. Because it was ninety degrees outside. (I did, however, have a momentary fear for all of the revelers. Irish holiday plus Saturday plus downright 4th of July weather conditions? Happy, drunken, glittery folks being swept downstream in the Chicago river. Wearing skimpy tops proclaiming bold statements. Perhaps even singing.) Our festivities were way more low-key. It would be hard not to be. (Even {Read More}
Spring Fever Is Darn Near Killing Me.
March 15, 2012 By Leave a Comment
It’d be great if you’d point thatcamera somewhere else, yeah? I may be the first person to actually be driven insane by spring fever. My normal state of being is fairly tightly wound. I’m cheerful and playful, but I’m also borderline OCD. (Undiagnosed, actually, so there’s a rather good chance they’d be all like- borderline? You are textbook. A neatly bound textbook, placed alphabetically and color-coordinatedly in a descending size row.) These orderly tendencies keep me firmly planted in the {Read More}
And Now…We Sleep.
August 22, 2011 By 2 Comments
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}
