Weekend trips can really teach you a lot. Like about the importance of deep breaths.For example. Try this li’l exercise:After watching your husband toss a few outfits into a duffel bag the night before the trip, try-a) packing your own stuff, b) the baby’s stuff, c) healthy-ish meals for the baby, d) junk food for the husband/self/baby if she’s feeling really quick, e) items forgotten by one’s husband, f) things the kiddo needs- but still needs for the a.m nap, g) new outfit for the baby {Read More}
Declan, meet Media.
July 1, 2010 By 4 Comments
The Flynn/Grant/Schoeny clans have been abuzz with their newest addition: Mr. Declan Seamus Grant, born June 30th at 3:06pm, 9lbs and 4oz, 21in long. (Are you hearing this, Nora Jane? I guarantee you guys will be wearing the same hoodie at the Cape.) He joins big bros Quinn Sawyer and Cole Sebastian- and of course my big sis Kate and her ‘Let’s Have A Lacrosse Team’ husband Tom. We are so stoked to meet our newest little guy- Nora’s first “little” {Read More}
We did other stuff, too. Really.
June 28, 2010 By 4 Comments
The Bitsy Bug is dozing off a low-grade fever this a.m., which means P.J. and I are finally leaving her alone. Seriously. I fully realize that a fever under 104 degrees truly doesn’t warrant any more medical attention than a cool washcloth, the occasional Tylenol and a vodka tonic, extra limes- hey, the whole house is dealing with the kiddo’s discomfort, okay?- but you should try telling that to us in the middle of Taking Care Of Nora. We have entire, {Read More}
The issues seriously do not stop coming.
May 27, 2010 By 4 Comments
Bananaversaries are wonderful. And, for the uninitiated- i.e., anyone I’m not directly related to and/or folks that don’t have to endure my lax take on the English language- I once gave my sister and bro in-law a card with two dancing bananas. Okay, they may not have been dancing. But they were celebrating an anniversary. Hence, bananaversary. And that is the only acceptable word for which to describe a milestone in Chez Schoeny. (And Flynn. And Grant.) So, the bananaverse {Read More}
Hint: I’m not The Genius.
May 17, 2010 By 7 Comments
This weekend we had a mix of Peej’s fam in town to celebrate his nephew’s 12th birthday: P.J.’s parents from Cincinnati, and his oldest sister and her son Tony from Myrtle Beach. They all came here because he wanted a trip to Chicago for his birthday. Let that sink in for a minute. We are so awesome that a 12 year old- (read: Land Of Which Nothing Having To Do With Adults Is Awesome)- actually wanted to spend time with {Read More}
Non-heathen baby? Check.
March 1, 2010 By 4 Comments
Nora Jane was baptized yesterday and she was kinda okay with it. Kinda. Actually she was superb during the processional (yep, she got to proCESS) and great through the readings and the homily. And then she woke up. To be fair, she couldn’t have been the comfiest of gals. She wore the Schoeny family lace christening gown, complete with Puritanical eyelet bonnet (as my sister Rachel exclaimed- “I saw Goody Proctor with the devil!”) and there were more than a {Read More}
Y2k10! That seems more like a ‘captcha’ than a ‘year.’
December 31, 2009 By 6 Comments
In honor of the impending new year- and in consideration of the wee babe in an aquarium bouncer by my knee- I shall jam out a brief review of the year that was ’09: January- We failed to buy a house. This was sad. I began taking Pilates lessons to combat the “extra ten pounds”- ha HA. (I would KILL for an extra ten pounds right now. Well, not exactly. Rather, I’d kill to only have ten pounds to lose. {Read More}
Eight weeks! Also, Christmas Eve! Also, naptime.
December 24, 2009 By 1 Comment
Being home is fun. Take, for instance, the bonding, the “face time” that you get when sitting next to your big sister, also updating her blog. On warring laptops. It’s this kind of togetherness that warms the cockles of my heart. So does her blog. [ www.grant-wishes.com ] Also, what’s a cockle? Is it like a ventricle? Do those need warming? Discuss. So. New England. The holidays. The holiday TRAVEL. The holiday travel over-packing. Why does Nora need her own {Read More}
