This morning, I took the girls to the beach. And thought I’d show you the drive towards the lake, just so everyone (i.e., non-Chicagoans) can see how bizarre it is that there are miles of beach within a major metropolitan area. (Like- not off a highway, not a town over, just right there. In the city.) Pulled out of our alley and headed east on Montrose. It’s very quiet here at 9am- the drunks are sleepingit off and no one {Read More}
Quality Time With Children: Second Kid Edition.
May 6, 2013 By 7 Comments
This morning, Nora slept in. Not major news in any sense (nor is it that odd of an occurrence), but right around 7:45am I noticed something. It was my younger kiddo, Susannah. And she was staring excitedly at me. “What do you wanna do, pal?” I asked her. She pointed at her cup. “Dink ma joo.” (More excited stares.) “And after you drink your juice?” She shrugged and pointed at her juice and
Chicago Is- Briefly- All Full O’ Summer.
May 1, 2013 By 4 Comments
For the uninitiated, this is what the first 80 degree day in Chicago looks like. To be fair, this is also what the first 68 degree day in Chicago looks like. (By 55 degrees, we’ve thrown winter coats into deep storage.) So yeah, it’s just as euphoric as it looks. Take that, nine months of winter!
California, A Wedding, And Some Stoked Little Girls.
April 15, 2013 By 2 Comments
Since I’m still very much so in the midst of California-vacationin’, here’s a sneak peek of the awesomeness that has been this week. For starters, I attended a wicked beautiful wedding of some college pals. The venue was on a gorgeous Southern California bluff overlooking the ocean where I kinda want to have my next wedding. (Take notes, Peej. If you’re lucky, it’ll be to you.) There was
18 Months.
April 4, 2013 By 18 Comments
Susannah Mae- Suzy, Zuzu, The Zu, Monkey, Buttercup, Little Baby Seester- Happy 18 months. This milestone is huge for so many reasons, among them the fact that you’re no longer a baby and we get to stop annoying non-parents by counting your age with months. (Hey kid- you’re one and a half! Wicked.) Ready for anything. You are awesomely smart and alarmingly impish. You climb- Good Lord, you
The Evolution Of A Day’s Outfit.
March 18, 2013 By 6 Comments
Night attire, obviously. Butterfly sundress, polka dot blouse, pink stretch pants, moose socks. Midmorning play clothes (chosen by 17 month-old): A perfectly acceptable cozy outfit, plus maroon tutu, plus bandanna, plus pink Red Sox cap. Post-nap ladybug dress over striped pants, with the addition of at least one glitter flip flop. Checking themselves out in the mirror- once Zuzu chose her own ladybug dress, obvie. Ladybugs with flip flops. “We should really see if someone’s outside, we look incredible.”
17 Months Is The Best Age [For Face-Planting].
March 11, 2013 By 5 Comments
Baby’s first ponytail. Baby’s second colander. This girl. This teensy tinsy person who bodily flings herself over the side of the couch. (Again and again and again…) And then the other side of the couch. And then the back. All the while, she points between herself and the couch, shaking her finger and admonishing herself “Nonono.” And the one who climbs the radiator to push herself onto the windowsill with her elbows- pausing like a deer in headlights when she {Read More}
