This was Nora’s holiday week- let’s break it down. On Wednesday: (4) meat products were consumed, (9) family members were hugged. Thursday: (5) meat products were consumed, (30) family members were hugged. Friday: (4) meat products were consumed, (9) family members- not including her touchy/feely parents. Saturday: (6) meat products were consumed…plus (5) cheese appetizers, (29) family members were hugged. Sunday: (5) meat products were consumed, plus the rest of the cheese/etc., appetizers, (10) family members were hugged. This a.m. {Read More}
Not too early for a late breakfast martini, though…
November 29, 2010 By 2 Comments
Get A Load Of This Gal Cam. Boy oh boy, have I overcome a major writing hurdle. As I’ve been working on various projects this a.m., I put on Sirius XM’s 40s on 4 channel- recently converted to all holiday music, all the time. Which I generally dig. But it wasn’t doing much for my creative process other than making me want to swirl brandy in front of a fire- and it’s about an hour too early for that. (Darn you, {Read More}
You think I’m kidding about the cranberries.
November 25, 2010 By 5 Comments
You play the piano beautifully, Pop. Thanksgiving has started off quite well. My Dad made his signature waffles- Nora had the better part of two- and there have been more a few people dancing along with the Macy’s Parade. No names…but Nora wasn’t the only one marching with the Spirit of America dancers. (Also- I’m pretty sure the guy/girl ratio on that team is 7 to 800. I bet those boys felt pretty awesome last night at their motel party.) {Read More}
Total amount of sun= two hours. So far.
August 26, 2010 By 1 Comment
I am heading down the steps to the beach in a few minutes. For the first time- in direct sunlight- on this vacation. Sure, you say, an overcast patch in your Cape Cod wonderland? Poor things. Except. It has been positively Noviembre in general amount of clothiness and blanketude. Non-stop sheets of rain. Temps hovering around 60 degrees- if not lower. No sun-kissed naps here…you know, the kind where you awaken with glowy skin and sparkly mermaid hair? (I know {Read More}
And Peej may or may not have sunken a dinghy.
August 23, 2010 By Leave a Comment
It is currently a balmy 63 degrees in Cape Cod. This is strange for so many reasons:a) We are at the beach. It should be well over 100 degrees.b) All summer long- in Chicago, mind you- it’s been well over 100 degrees.c) I only packed halter tops. For Nora. That said, our digs this week are a stunning “cottage” with three floors of window seats, wraparound porches and mind-boggling amounts of alcohol. Even more mind-boggling is how quickly the supply {Read More}
Nora’s well-rested, if that counts.
August 9, 2010 By 4 Comments
This past week and weekend proved, without a doubt, that I am in very real danger of early onset dementia. The crosswords and brain teasers no longer stave them off. It’s official- I’m demented. Sure, we’ve been skipping all over the country, city, and state. And absolutely, sleep has been the first thing to be sacrificed. But seriously, I’m forgetting my middle name[s] at this point. It began when I confused this coming week of work with next week’s. To {Read More}
I also call people "Baby" a lot. This bugs certain Big Kids.
August 2, 2010 By 3 Comments
Due to the fact that I am still in Massachusetts, still surrounded by genetically terrific children, and still not convinced that it isn’t Thursday… …May I present a smallish sampling of things I’ve learned about myself? On Speech: Turns out, I abbreviate and nickname a LOT. When my sister asked if something needed to happen and I responded with “potenstsh,” a vehement “IALLY” came from the 4 year-old in the other room. The little guys have also started referring to {Read More}
And we’ve listened to Life Is A Highway 89 times. Today.
July 29, 2010 By 1 Comment
My daughter is currently snoozing upstairs. Sleepin’ the sleep of the completely stoked. The slightly bewildered. The most definitely over-fed. Let’s backtrack a tad. On Tuesday morning, Peej dropped Nora and I off at O’Hare, the Airport Where Dreams Go To Die. I had decided to wake her up a bit earlier than normal for our 8:30am flight…only to find that she was already awake, happily waving at me over the rail of her crib. Subsequently, she was ready for {Read More}
