It’s The Quiet Ones You’ve Gotta Watch Out For.

I came upon this scene between the 3 and 1 year olds yesterday, in Susannah’s bedroom: Nora, facing her little sister (fiercely): What’s cooler than cool!?Susannah makes a big show of wrapping her arms around herself and shivering.Nora: No, Zu, you say “ice cold.”Susannah: Brr.Nora: What’s cooler than cool!?Susannah pauses, certain she’s got this one.Susannah: Brr.Nora: Ice cold! You say ‘ice cold!’Susannah shivers.Nora: That’s right. I shouldn’t be too surprised by how street these children are. After all, their mother {Read More}

Winter Games. (For An Hour.)

On Saturday, we took the girls sledding. In case you’re curious, here’s what sledding in Chicago looks like. Careful, it’s pretty extreme. First, you bundle your offspring within an inch oftheir lives. It’s cool, they love this part. There are zero chair lifts. But that’s fine, it’s goodfor them to learn how to walk at a 10 degree angle uphill. There will be snowflake eating. (A

Give ‘Em Some Wigs And They’re Practically Barristers.

This is what happened the other day. Here is the story behind it.  They were playing so nicely- so nicely- the kind of playing where they actually held hands and spun and sang made-up language songs and I felt- if only for a moment- that we were rather Von Trapp-ish.  And in that moment, I decided to put away some laundry I had been folding. Specifically towels. Their destination

The Zuzu Monkey.

This girl. This girl who stands on things she shouldn’t and gets into spaces that you’d think she couldn’t… And preemptively berates herself with a pointed finger and a Nonono… And thinks that EVERYTHING is simply amazing, including that thing you’re holding or drinking or putting on a shelf. Unless it’s a diaper or sleeves, then- Gah…do NOT want, do NOT want. (Nosankyou.) The one

2013 Is For Nappers.

Kinda like the Baby New Year (and her sister)…but noisier. Happy Day After New Year’s Day! Which isn’t a real thing, but I’m still in yelly, celebratory mode from this intense holiday season! So, I’ve gotta say, I enjoyed the heck out of my miniature blogcation- which is the last time I shall utter that word, I promise. (But I did.) It’s been a kinda crazed past few weeks, and it was nice

Zuzu In The Box.

Still sending love, still sending thoughts, still sending donations: United Way Fund For Newtown, CT  CeaseFire  Newtown Facebook Memorial Fund *** This is Zuzu’s new favorite game: She brings us her Jack In The Box (or really, her Sock Monkey In The Box) and immediately sits back to watch. She winces from the first turn of the handle. Each subsequent turn is more suspenseful than the

Public Drinking And Abject Coveting. (Christmas!)

I hear you’re the guy what haz the toy access. Pay no mind to the baby,she’s just a baby. She’s not In The Know. This past Saturday was the annual event that pretty much tops all other Chicago events for me: The Christkindlmarket in the Daley Plaza. That’s right, the kitsch fest that contains every German ever to carve an ornament (and some of their Mexican and/or Ecuadorian compatriots with

Trees And Panic And Church. And Drinking.

“I have no idea what’s happening!”- Suzy I’ve been feeling very behind, rather frantic, and Not. In. The. Holiday. Spirit. At. All. And as ads (and Facebook) have been reminding me…there’s only a few short weeks left to get it all done. And this made me panic. Until I realized that it’s December 3rd. THIRD. Not twenty-third. This is actually the official start to the Christmas season.