Love The One [Mortgage] You’re With.

This past weekend was oh-so good. Not only was it full of oh-so good friends and festivities and a ridiculously lovely wedding… …But it also included a moment of utter and absolute validation. Now, as most of you know, we have a love/hate thing going on with this homestead of ours. We love that we have a homestead. We hate that, roughly once a year, something of epic proportions happens to the homestead which renders it borderline unlivable. But on {Read More}

Keely Crushes On The New South Loop Mariano’s Store.

You guys, I had no idea. I thought all grocery store experiences were the same: but jiminy cricket was I wrong! The girls and I recently attended the opening of Chicago’s newest Mariano’s store in the South Loop. And man, was it simply amazing. From the second we walked in (and had our pick of kid-friendly grocery carts; we chose a police car), I realized that this place was gonna make my normal grocery routine pale in comparison. There was the Squeez’d {Read More}

Copious Weeping: Minivan Edition.

Yesterday, I dropped Nora off at preschool and drove up to a dealership. To test-drive a minivan. Along the way, I gave myself a little pep talk: the backseat of a Passat is no place for three children, smallish as they may be. Wouldn’t it be nice to have room to bring the children and their things and one or two things for myself? Sure, you used to scoff at in-car DVD players, but a repeat 6 hour drive to Cincy quickly cancels {Read More}

Failure To Communicate: Postal Service Edition.

You guys think I’m exaggerating the Brain Leakage Through The Eyeballs situation over here? “She can’t possibly be that braindead/exhausted/moronic,” you say? Behold: This is an actual letter that was placed in the mailbox, complete with postage and (thankfully) return address. No city. No state. Not even a street number for those pesky “context clues.” Hey, Rachel- I clearly sent you a letter, why haven’t you responded?! I have Le Shame.

Beau-coup Milestone Birthdays (AKA Keely Buys Out The Store).

Thanks to Beau-coup for sponsoring this post- and for giving me a crazy amount of festive eye candy. *** When my Mom turned 60, we surprised her with a beachy-themed party on Cape Cod that worked for so many reasons; among them the fact that we had all planned on being there that week anyhow, and the other fact that she’d been talking about/threatening floating out to sea on a beach chair for the previous fifty of those years. And it was {Read More}

Superstition & Terrified Hitchhikers.

And now, for your Monday reading enjoyment, I present to you: The Keeliest Thing I’ve Ever Done. Our story starts on Thursday afternoon, right when the girls and I pulled into the garage after gymnastics class. As I parked, I thought I spied a grasshopper to the side of the car; as I opened the backseat doors to free my various children I affirmed that, yes, a cute little grasshopper was by one of the tires. However, by the time {Read More}

Happy Birthday, Susannah.

My darling Susannah Mae, Tomorrow you turn 2 years old. Which is hilarious to me, because in so many ways I’ve thought of you as “2” for some time now. (Like, since right after you turned 1.) Even though we made you and, to the best of our knowledge, have been a part of each moment that’s defined your two years, your Dad and I laugh in wonder about where the heck you came from. You are easily one of the {Read More}

Wordless Wednesday, Almost-2 Edition

Keepin’ it classically [almost] wordless, Zuzu-style.