A bunch of you know that, prior to mothering approximately a gazillion smallish people, I was a nanny for a decade. And one of my all-time favorite families had a little girl named Julia. Whom I met in an airport while stranded on my way back home to my newly chosen city of Chicago. This is what we looked like way back in the early days of our friendship. We took selfies before “selfie” was even a thing. And when {Read More}
Flash Chicago Theatre Giveaway For Rose And The Rime!
February 15, 2014 By 4 Comments
Okay, friends, I’ve got a quickie giveaway for a 4-pack of tickets to The House Theatre of Chicago’s awesome all-ages show Rose and the Rime. And this one is pure fun: although written for adults, this adventure tale of “a little town by a big lake” in the grips of a perpetual icy winter and a quest for a magical coin is suitable for kiddos ages six and up. (Hey Chicagoans: does that “perpetual” bit strike a chilly chord?) With {Read More}
The Secret To Valentine’s Day.
February 13, 2014 By 10 Comments
I’ve had some pretty spectacular Valentine’s Days in the past. Romantic ones. Quiet ones. Ones where the evening cost way too much money, and others where it barely cost a dime. Thusly, I kinda consider myself an expert. And as such, I’ve figured out the perfect formula: Have more than one Valentine with whom to spend the day. I actually have four. They all celebrate with me in very different ways- although none of them particularly ascribe to the diamonds {Read More}
Wednesday Roundup! Also, A Colander Hat.
February 12, 2014 By 6 Comments
It’s Wednesday! Friday’s Valentine’s Day (yay!), and it’s still really cold (boo), although I’ve currently got a sweet-smelling newborn sleeping under my chin (yay!), but it’s also my Dad’s chemo day (boo). So- warm loving Cupid-shaped fuzzies, soft n’ fleecy things, snuggly squeezes, and nary a chemo side-effect to you [Dad]. On to the recap! On Thursday, I admitted that I might hafta hand off my Mother of the Year mug to someone more deserving. Over at Chicago Parent last {Read More}
The Third C-Section Wasn’t All That Bad…
February 10, 2014 By 6 Comments
(…And Other Things I Never Thought I’d Say.) Over the weekend I was out celebrating the birthday of my friend Maurya (happy birthday, Maurya!), and we got on the topic of childbirth. I mentioned that, surprisingly enough, my still-recent-enough-to-be-memorable third c-section was actually kind of easy. She told me that I oughta blog about it since, well, you never hear that kind of thing. (And she’s right, seeing as I spent the prior nine months Googling things like “How often do {Read More}
Mother Of The Year, Hiding Under A Blanket.
February 6, 2014 By 12 Comments
And then there are the days where it seems like just too much work to get the kids dressed- so you don’t- and then you spend the rest of the day feeling guilty because there’s this societal ideal that people should be dressed and coordinated at all times, even if they’re not going outside (except for that one, “quick” errand), and there you go. You’ve started the day off on the Guilty Foot. It progresses to the point where you actually {Read More}
A Recap And A Couple Of Handsome Men.
February 5, 2014 By 8 Comments
It’s Wednesday! Which, as everyone knows by now, means a mid-week recap! (I’m really gonna need some other people to start to doing this as well, here.) #helpstartatrendpeople #isuperhatehashtags So. Yes. Recap: Last Thursday, I compared and contrasted pictures of my children’s heads. I agree that I need help. That same day I busted out my blogtacular knowledge at The SITS Girls with a list of stuff you need to know for blogging awesomesauceitude. Monday brought a festive shout-out to the {Read More}
Internet Stalking: Magazine Edition.
February 3, 2014 By 6 Comments
I have a confession to make. I’m being stalked. By a magazine. Now, I don’t know what I did to attract the attentions of this certain magazine. I’ve never given them any indication that I was their target demographic. I’ve never clicked through on an online link. And I certainly have never subscribed to the darned thing. And the worst part? It’s not Martha Stewart Living. It’s not Vogue. (It’s not even Teen Vogue.) It’s Taste of Home Magazine. And they {Read More}
