Aaand…by posting time it’s partly sunny.

Not to be all whiny about the weather…but seriously. What is up with this weather? Having lived in Chicago for 8.5 years (yeah, it was originally supposed to be for under a year), this should not surprise me. Chicago does not have a Spring. We have seven months of Winter, followed by a week of rain, then it is SUMMER. But each and every year I find myself surprised- nay, angered– by the lack of springtimeliness. Last week was a {Read More}

I call dibs on this weather.

Okay, the whole “dibs” thing really needs to end. Like a week ago. For those not in the greater Chicagoland area or not aware of the debilitating bonkertude that a day and change of snow can inflict, I am not speaking of those delicious chocolate covered ice cream wonders. Those are permitted. I am speaking, of course, about every single one of my neighbors and their household furniture. Holding parking spots. Ones that they’d shoveled. TWO WEEKS AGO. Sure, I {Read More}

Beyond Thundersnow.

The beginning of the end (for the patio furniture.) The Snowpocalypse is very real, people. So is the seemingly improbable “Thunder Show.” (Two men enter, one man leaves. That man is very likely my husband, shoveling out the neighbors’ walks and making snow angels.) We got pummeled. And there’s nothing quite like seeing Mother Nature make your one-way street a hilly snow tundra (complete with a light show to rival Pink Floyd’s) to make you thankful for heated ceramic tile {Read More}

No babies were harmed during this posting. I’m pretty sure.

If this jinxes it then I am sorry, but…it seems to be Spring. Real Spring. Like, average of 50 degrees (sometimes 85! Sometimes…40), at times darned rainy, but always with that smell of fresh(ish) air. And perhaps that scent coming from the neighbor’s yard. But whatever. I’ll take it. This past week alone I took Nora outside in no less than five baby-totin’ contraptions: the Maya sling, the hip carrier (as in, on my hip- I have lost all hopes of {Read More}

Too nice of a day…

…to play each other for a fool. But I did, anyhow. I spent a goodly bit of the morning trying to convince my immediate family that I was expecting our second kid before the end of the year. Oh, the hilarity of mass emails. Here’s how it went down: -Kate, the savviest and quickest on the email draw of all of ’em, thought it was hilarious.-Kate’s second email reminded me of the time I put ice cubes in shoes and forgot {Read More}

Gonna need a bigger Mama Bear mug.

Okay, the weather was amazing on Thursday. And Friday. Like, 70 degree amazing. Open the windows, happily spring-clean (when it’s so gorgeous out, it doesn’t feel like cleaning. More like moving stuff around so the breeze can hit everything) and force my child out of doors- that kind of amazing weather. I took Nora to our neighborhood park and met a woman who had perhaps just been handed her baby. She was incredibly impressed with everything I was doing for {Read More}

Hoodies, hoodies, everywhere.

Okay. This weather. It’s been pseudo-springtime here for a couple of weeks and it’s been fantastic. Sure, it gets chilly again at night, but it’s been quite the welcome reminder that spring is coming. Earlier this week, however, the weather people told me that it was gonna be close to 70 degrees today (noaa.gov- that’s right, I use NASA’s weather people). I have been so excited for this day to get here that I [mentally] planned out three or four {Read More}