Remember how I was talking about what a good, adventurous eater Nora is? Thank God. Because this past month has been a tour de force of sugar. Between Susannah’s birthday, Nora’s birthday, P.J.’s birthday, Halloween parties, and Trick or Treat, it’s been a ridic month of sugar. Here’s a smattering of what she ate since this weekend (and I’m not even including pix of the opera cream cake and oatmeal choco cookies my mother-in-law brought to town): All I can say {Read More}
Nora Turns 4 & Keely Turns Mushy.
To My Darling Nora Jane, On your last eve of Threenagerdom, I’d love to tell you some marvelous things about yourself: You’re an adventurous eater; eggplant, blue cheese, mushrooms, anything Middle Eastern…but still look suspiciously at macaroni and cheese. (It’s pasta and cheese, Nora.) Despite your outward trappings of independence (locking the bathroom door, deciding just how your bangs and hair should fall- or be “stretched”), you still require that crazy beat-up Doc Bullfrog…inside out in a froggy ball…against your nose to sleep. {Read More}
October Date: Public Radio & Copious Amounts Of Sugar.
I know I say this a lot… …But yesterday, Peej really knocked October’s Date Night outta the park, what with his at times-irksome habit of knowing me maddeningly well. He took me to the Chef Battle: Dessert Edition- an NPR-sponsored event with crazy dessert tasting stations from some simply amazing Chicago restaurants (and plenty of palate-cleansing stations with cheese and nuts and…pulled pork sliders) and an open bar (sigh). Here’s what we devoured: Clockwise, from top left: Hong Kong milk {Read More}
The Big Girls’ Room…Looks Like Keely’s Little Girl Room.
So, even though we moved Zu up to Nora’s room in August, the rest of her belongings (and wall art) finally made the trek upstairs this past weekend. Everyone was happy. Namely me, because Susannah doesn’t really let too much faze her. Here’s a few pix of the finished Big Girls’ Room, which is something I like to call Carnival Chic, or Mom Has Nostalgia, or Gosh- Those Kids Have A Lot Of Things: I’m pretty thrilled with how nicely {Read More}
Being A Pollyanna (And Wrapping Up The Week).
At the risk of sounding like a Pollyanna, I’d like to start off my week with a list of things for which I’m utterly grateful. I mean, couldn’t hurt, right? (Since I think we all know what it feels like to wake up and [angrily] marvel yet again at the sound of the alarm…and necessity to DO things…and and and…) (Side note: Remember the Made For TV movie Polly, which was a 1950s adaptation of Pollyanna and starred Keshia Knight Pulliam? Man, that {Read More}
Bloggers Are Not Experts. (Except When They Are.)
So, the interwebs and blogosphere are abuzz with outrage over the new Martha Stewart interview. Don’t get me wrong. I love Martha Stewart. I LOVE Martha Stewart Living. (Except- again- that one time it was suggested that I spray paint driftwood and nail it to my mantel and I was all like: No, we will not be doing that.) But her claim that bloggers aren’t experts because we’re not “trained editors” with the necessary skill set? COME ON, MARTHA. I will be {Read More}
Goodbye, Sweet Li’l Car. Hello…Sweet Huge Car.
I’ll admit it: trading in my sweet li’l VW Passat last night made me Feel Feelings. (I know. You’re shocked.) But even though it was supra-used by the time we bought it, it was still the nicest car I’d ever owned. And it came into our lives when I was six months pregnant with Nora, and everything was shiny and new with possibility- what with the fixer-upper we’d just purchased and all, the one which had yet to implode… It was {Read More}
NickMom Lays Out What Your Shoes Say About You. (So Do I.)
It’s a poorly kept secret that I’m kind of a shoe expert. Now, I’m no Imelda Marcos, but I’ve been known to horde my lovely pairs of shoes (and line them up by color, give them cute li’l nicknames, check on them in the middle of the night…) Anyhow. Recently, an extremely helpful guide was published on the always-funny (some might even say #MotherFunny) NickMom.com: And while this is a pretty darned accurate list, I feel like I can throw in {Read More}