Listen, there are times when it’s darned near impossible to find the time to bake a chicken pot pie for your family. (For the sake of this blog, let’s just go ahead and mentally swap each “you” with “Keely,” okay? That way I won’t feel so alone in my time management ineptitude and you won’t feel berated by a snacky blogger. Good? Good.) Anyway. Chicken pot pie. Let’s be honest- you don’t even
Mini Kitchen Makeover, Part 1, AKA PJ Twitches In The Corner.
March 28, 2013 By 13 Comments
So, once upon a time there was this kitchen. And it happened to be placed directly into the house which I had so recently purchased. (Meaning it now fell under the category of things which were entirely my problem.) Here is a photo of said kitchen, circa 2009: Funny story- we have no idea what that brown glop consisted of, only that it required a chisel to pry free. A CHISEL.Also, that orange travel mug on the counter was what I used {Read More}
The Post Where I Beg My Dad To Come Back To Chicago.
March 27, 2013 By 11 Comments
Dad, today you start your seventh round of chemo. And while it’s not the super-funnest thing you’ll ever do, I’d like to remind you of a time when you were working on a house so hopeless you [silently] wished to burn it down. That house was my special fixer-upper house, Dad. And I’m so very glad that you didn’t follow through with your initial response of kicking the house into a bricky heap while choking back Ugly Tears (uh, maybe {Read More}
March Date: Sushi And Board Games And Nic Cage.
March 25, 2013 By 4 Comments
March’s Date Night brought us to Macku, one of my favorite restaurants in Chicago- formerly Kaze, which had the distinct honor of being the sushi joint down the block from our Roscoe Village apartment. (It moved and changed names. Then again, so did I.) We always get some sort of super white tuna appetizer. We always order drinks- my choice has never strayed from the lychee mimosa, each sip prompting me to implore P.J. to pick up some lychees somewhere- {Read More}
3 Year Olds Have A Lot Of Ever-Changing Rules.
March 21, 2013 By 8 Comments
The Scene: Our kitchen table. Midday. (Nora -3- and Susannah -1- are sitting at the table and eating lunch, mostly without incident.) Nora: Mom, let’s play an imagination game. (Keely has a brief moment where she imagine all of the creative, Montessori-like professionals giving her a high-five.) Keely: Sure. What do you want to play?Nora: Let’s talk to each other. With our imaginations.Keely: That sounds awesome. Can I start? (Keely presses her fingers to her temples and grins at Nora. {Read More}
Say It With Slacks.
March 20, 2013 By 10 Comments
It’s officially Spring! Happy Spring, everyone! Okay, fine, maybe not “weather-wise,” but in terms of whimsical, breezy fashion? SPRING. For example: Let’s begin. They are not only “slacks,” but they are LADIES’ SLACKS. These slacks require zero ironing. Which is good, because I couldn’t tell you the timesuck that ironing my slacks has become. No matter what circumstances are going down in your life, the elastic waistband of these beauties will not roll. Weeding azaleas, running from the fuzz, your {Read More}
A Dream Playdate From Hyundai- A.K.A Get Me To The Beach.
March 19, 2013 By 4 Comments
So, today I have the opportunity for some awesomely lucky readers to win an invite to the wicked exclusive Hyundai Santa Fe’s Epic Playdate Weekend in Santa Barbara, California. But first, here’s my dream playdate with the gals: It would start early- but not too early. (This is, after all, a “dream.”) Maybe 8 or 9? Can we all agree on 8 or 9am? And it would be at the beach. Of course. But not a super trendy, crowded-with-hot-bodies-who-by-comparison-make-me-feel-badly-about-myself kinda beach. Nor would {Read More}
The Evolution Of A Day’s Outfit.
March 18, 2013 By 6 Comments
Night attire, obviously. Butterfly sundress, polka dot blouse, pink stretch pants, moose socks. Midmorning play clothes (chosen by 17 month-old): A perfectly acceptable cozy outfit, plus maroon tutu, plus bandanna, plus pink Red Sox cap. Post-nap ladybug dress over striped pants, with the addition of at least one glitter flip flop. Checking themselves out in the mirror- once Zuzu chose her own ladybug dress, obvie. Ladybugs with flip flops. “We should really see if someone’s outside, we look incredible.”
