Fall Is For Dressing Like A Cowgirl.

I’m feeling awfully autumnal today (in the crunchy leaf/hot spiced cider kinda way, not the Phase Of Life way- please don’t feel the need to send seasonal affective disorder lamps), so I’m posting one of my favorite childhood pix.  Every Fall, my family would go to the Cummington Fair with some family friends- it was the countriest of fairs. I adored every second of it. That’s me, by the way, in the Texas Tuxedo. That was the rule (to which my older {Read More}

Cincinnati In REALLY Short Spurts.

Due to my jaw-dropping new levels of lazitude, I’m feelin’ more like posting a few of my favorite pix from this past weekend (as opposed to blathering on for a thousand words) AND haven’t had a chance to watermark any of these photos, either. So, if you’re like the one person who keeps trying to steal these images…do me a solid today and leave ’em alone, yeah?  Without further ado (oh, who am I kidding- there’s always “ado” for days around {Read More}

‘Not Gonna Labor’ Day.

In honor of Labor Day, I’m gonna do what I do every Monday of a long weekend: Complain that we didn’t get as much done as I had wanted… And wonder why I completely lose my drive and energy as soon as there’s one more adult in the house. Don’t be like me. Enjoy this day to its fullest! Eat some ice cream. Stop and smell the flowers. And don’t even think about doing the

Big Kid Bed! (NOW Can I Nap?)

Yesterday, it happened. No more crib, no more toddler bed with a rail, no more shoving her feet up the wall and attempting to get comfy until 10pm. (Because when a kid in the 5th percentile complains of feeling cramped, you know it’s time for a Big Kid bed.) We recently inherited a bed from P.J.’s fam that had been P.J.’s Mom’s childhood bed- and her Dad’s before that. That was exciting because a) I love family heirlooms, and b) we {Read More}

Travel Tips.

Our [sandy] nomadic days have come to an end. We’ve eaten and road-tripped our way up the Eastern seaboard and here is a smattering of the things I’ve learned: -Outdoor showers (while totally amazing-feeling) never quite get one fully clean. -For that matter, no matter how many loads of laundry one does while staying at the beach, one will find a veritable desert of sand in her washing machine

Somewhere On The Eastern Shore…

Here are a few of the reasons why I’m not so awesomesauce on the posting/responding this week… (Please forgive. I’ll save you a drink.) The ratio of people/faces turned towards the camera is astounding. Squnch. Gleeful sandbarring. Totally could surf on her own. Think she digs it.

Holy Holy Moly.

It’s official. Zuzu is legit. (In the eyes of Christianity, anyhow, and not in the whole She Doesn’t Look Like Anyone Except For Maybe P.J.’s Best Friend Neil A Tad When The Light Makes Her Hair Slightly Reddish- But I Swear She’s A Schoeny, Have You Seen Her Mouth kinda way.) P.J.’s awfully excited. We had a small baptism yesterday for our secondborn buttercup…and I’m not kidding you, she was an incredibly good baby. Which is no surprise. But it’s {Read More}

Green Means Fun, Darnit!

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}