Ten years ago, I met this guy. It wasn’t the day we started dating or anything momentous like that- just…around the time this person sort of ambled into my life, wielding a headshot and resumé and easily the most earnest smile I’d ever seen. I couldn’t tell you what he was wearing- probably a t-shirt and jeans or corduroy pants with ducks on them- but the smile and the fact that it fully reached his eyes has been written on {Read More}
RoundUp: Halloween Fun, A Made-Up Word & I’m In Print!
October 15, 2014 By 2 Comments
Oh, this past week. It’s been a week, this week. And yes, I realize that it’s only Wednesday. Stuff I Did While Pretending It Was Already Friday Evening: Remember when I questioned Susannah’s DNA– but only slightly and in joking conversation? Well, I one-upped myself in creepiness and painted her hair and face. NOW it all makes sense. My daughters are already better swimmers than me. And they’re 3 and not-yet 5. I interviewed a kindie rocker superstar and the {Read More}
Swimming Like Champs. Or At Least Better Than Me.
October 14, 2014 By 2 Comments
This wraps up the two-fer posts I’ve written on behalf of Goldfish Swim School and their terrific programs for the smallest pollywogs among you. Nora and Susannah swam for free- but all thoughts and opinions and pruney fingers are our own. *** Well, we did it. The gals completed their first-ever In An Actual Swim Facility lessons…and I’m proud to announce that they’re both champion divers, not to mention serious contenders for the Under-5 freestyle record. Or. They’re competent and {Read More}
Fun With The Internet: Painting My Kids Edition.
October 13, 2014 By 5 Comments
I know for a fact that my kids are biologically my own. I was there. However. Every now and again I have a hard time remembering that fact, especially since the biggie and the little little look so much like their Dad. (Phewf, amiright?) But that middle little? That smallish blonde kid with the wispy duckling hair and the ice-blue eyes that just scream I’m a Flynn, even moreso than my mama? Sometimes it’s tough to see where- coloring aside- {Read More}
Stay At Home What? (Or, My Friends Are Neato.)
October 9, 2014 By 6 Comments
This week was brought to you by the letter A- for Angie, the gal who took my Little Twosome for buckets of hours the other morning so I could drop Nora off at school and then jet downtown for an interview (writing, not applying). Later on, midday was brought to us by the letters M and B- for Barbara, who cheerfully grabbed Nora from me at the park and Megan, who drove her to school so that I could make {Read More}
Round Up: This One’s For Fans of Susannah And Awesome Dogs.
October 8, 2014 By 3 Comments
Oh, Wednesday. I cannot get the hang of you. This morning I did- quite possibly- the Wednesday-est thing ever and misspelled my own children’s last name. You know, the one that’s also mine? Oh, the hilarity. Especially when I jokingly explained that I rarely mess up my own kids’ names…and was met with dead eyes. Wednesday, you big jerk. Onward! Here’s what I did this past week. No worries if you’ve yet to catch up- I mean, it’s not like {Read More}
Zu’s Zoo Birthday At Little Beans Cafe.
October 6, 2014 By 5 Comments
Thanks again to Little Beans Cafe for hosting Susannah’s 3rd birthday party. While the event was largely complimentary, all thoughts, opinions, and over-sugared little children are my own. *** It’s official. Zu has been Birthdayed with the best of them, and my now three year-old Big Kid might just sleep for days. We had a beyond good time at Little Beans Cafe in Chicago- and if I had loved this business beforehand, now I’m downright smitten. Because the party-throwin’ aspect? {Read More}
Three Years Of The Zu.
October 2, 2014 By 6 Comments
Dear Suzy Zuzu Zooey Mae, On Saturday morning (at 8:42am), you will be three years old. THREE. This probably wasn’t as shocking for you to realize as it was for me, because you’ve been doing your darnedest to convince everyone you were three for roughly two years now. You’ve come a long way from being the peaceful newborn with the shock of white-blonde curls mistakenly being carted down to the NICU (with your sleep-deprived father in backwards pajama pants careening {Read More}
