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There’s something so freeing about chilly- and overcast- Fall weekends. They totally give you permission to do what you whine about wanting to do all week…nothing at all. So we snuggled in. Ate junk food. Watched the ’80s version of Pippi Longstocking- for Nora. In case you’re curious, it completely stands the test of time. (Life is a breeeeeze…) We also watched a classic episode of Sesame Street- from the 4th season, once they’d ironed out most of the kinks of {Read More}

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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}

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Thankyouverymuch, Mr. Blogger. You have officially sent my mojo off-kilter and skewed my groove. I like to blog at 10am. Today, apparently, you like to confuse me at 10am. And then refuse to let me post. Well, har de har to YOU, good sir, for I have a pal in Cali who can somehow get around this No Blogger For Chicagoland thingie. (Thanks, Wilder.) Back to the blog. I think we might be onto something with this whole birthday [thing {Read More}

Firstly and foremostly, happy first birthday Cole Sebastian Grant! (And Scout Delilah Kosner, oh my goodness…all these babies in my life turning one! Specifically two of them.)  P.J. and I went to Boston this past weekend to party down with the nephews, sisters and parentals; it was a whirlwind 36 hours of non-stop meals, Harvard trippin’ and baleful eyes peering over the front of my aerobed at 5am. Plus dinner in the North End! And a brunchy party with cupcakes {Read More}

It has recently come to my attention that my blog used to be “funnier” when it wasn’t so much “journalling.” My apologies. Although quite honestly, this was never intended to be a laugh-a-minute type thing. Sadly, the things that people find amusing are actual events, truthful musings and honest to gosh awkward scenarios that, were they kept inside, would but fester. That said, here is my favorite joke. A grasshopper walks into a bar and takes a seat at the {Read More}

This year is really turning around. (Which is good. See: the past two weeks.) A new president! Not to be all political- I’ll leave that to Slate, Salon and Pinko mag– but I’m completely stoked about Barack, the closing of Gitmo (in a year, sure, okay) and the J. Crew wardrobes that the Obama gals were rocking.  Also, this week brought the newest Schoeny member, Mr. James Boden Schoeny, 7lbs, 7oz. He may go by Boden, Bodie, or (my favorite) {Read More}