1. Chicago days that settle comfortably in the upper 70s, letting us forget that thermals and triple layers ever needed to exist [last month]. 2. Lilacs and hyacinth and linden and other sweet-smelling things which waft into [crazily/newly] opened windows. 3. Helping out in my kiddo’s preschool and seeing her as a Big Kid. 4. Grass picnics. Bench picnics. Concrete stoop picnics. 5.
Big Girls Wear Pigtails. (And Orange Shirts.)
And then there are the days you realize that your “baby” is old enough to rock some downright Seussian pigtails. And this jogs your memory…so you go back through your [ahem] meticulously curated batch of computer photos from two years ago. And you find this picture, from roughly the same age with roughly the same outfit. And you admit to yourself that you have a
Johnson & Johnson’s For All You Love.
Johnson & Johnson has a new campaign that makes me feel so incredibly warm and gooey. It’s called For All You Love, and it applauds the selflessness and generosity of caregivers (including Moms!) and shares all the ways people extol that love. In celebration of Mother’s Day, Johnson & Johnson is donating 25k to Save the Children, an organization committed to helping mothers and children
Mother’s Day Rocks My Face Off.
Mother’s Day is awesome. As I described the events of my Sunday to my youngest sister, she expressed surprise that Mother’s Day seemed even better than my birthday. And I told her that it kinda-sorta-almost was. (Which is a mammoth statement, coming from one who believes that those cardboard punch-out birthday card crowns and badges need to be worn for an entire birthday week.) Because here’s
A Mother’s Day Card. In Blog Form.
I’ve been talking a lot about my Dad lately- and oh, how he totally deserves it/wishes I’d kinda stop- but there’s another key player in the saga called How I Got To Be So Awesome. My Mom. You can just feel that I’m her favorite. She’s a cheerleader, an advocate, an advice-giver (whether you need it or not, dammit- although you do; admit it, Keely), a creator of favorite meals, a
10th Round Of Chemo? Say It With Embarrassing Childhood Photos.
Dad, Today is your tenth round of chemo. (I’d say something pithy like “only two more rounds after this to go,” but I won’t. Because no one likes pithy crap like that.) I will say, however, that you continue to rock. And you continue to be strong and nonchalant and such a GUY about this whole thing. To which I can hear you say, “I’ve just gotta get it done. What choice do I have?” I can also hear you say, “I’m {Read More}
Quality Time With Children: Second Kid Edition.
This morning, Nora slept in. Not major news in any sense (nor is it that odd of an occurrence), but right around 7:45am I noticed something. It was my younger kiddo, Susannah. And she was staring excitedly at me. “What do you wanna do, pal?” I asked her. She pointed at her cup. “Dink ma joo.” (More excited stares.) “And after you drink your juice?” She shrugged and pointed at her juice and
Staying Mindful [Is Impossible].
I work so hard at mindfulness. At remaining fully present. And not mentally jumping ahead to whatever comes next/tomorrow/down the road/I wonder what flights look like for the winter? I work really hard at this during my Pilates class because a) mindfulness is a major tenet ofpracticing Pilates, b) it’s such a luxury for me to even be able to sneak away at 6pm on a Wednesday evening, c) Good Lord, if I can manage to find forty-five minutes here then why is {Read More}