Being present (and ditching the phone again)

Jasper play time

Sometimes the universe helps me to be more present with my children. Sometimes it manifests in the form of things I’ve already signed on to do. Like, volunteering in my youngest’s preschool. Now, we go to a co-op for many reasons; it’s a wonderful family environment, my closest friends are in that community, it’s ridic cheap… But part n’ parcel with that lower cost comes the expectation that families will volunteer at least once a month. For the whole class. {Read More}

Phone addictions and you. (But mostly me.)

iphone addict

I have a confession about my phone. I am one thousand percent addicted to my phone. And not in a cutesy, “shopping is my LIFE” way. No. I am unable to function without my iPhone. I’ve recently had a chance to find out how [sadly] true this is. You know how everyone’s buzzing about Apple intentionally throttling their “older” models of phone? (And we’re talking 6S, people, not the iPhone 2 from 2007. I got my 6S late in 2016. It {Read More}

New year, same blog & a 2018 word

new year 2018 party

Happy new year! Happy same blog. Which is…good. “Same” can be comforting in a new year, especially in light of so much oh no oh no oh no whaaaat that pretty much defined 2017. Speaking of new years and definitions, I’ve chosen my word for 2018. (Because I’m saccharine and a hippie and a lemming.) Last year’s word, if you’ll recall, was a firm NO. (Which, come on, what good did I think would come out of that? Besides the {Read More}

Merry Everything (and see you in 2018)!

Lollygag Blog family picture

Signing off for this year, pals. May the rest of December bring you: …The happiest holidays if you celebrate, and a peaceful end of 2017 if you don’t. (Heck, I wish everyone a peaceful end of 2017. BYE, 2017!) …Gluten-free treats that taste like normal people food. (Or, you know, awesome food for non-allergics if you’re non-allergic.) …Naps. I wish you many naps. …At least one moment over the next couple of weeks that makes you feel like a good member of society, {Read More}

Netflix #StreamTeam love, all year ’round


Disclosure: As part of Netflix’s Stream Team, I get to deck the halls with the jingliest of streaming titles. Although I’m compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and five golden rings are entirely my own. (Especially if my husband’s been picking up what I’ve been laying down.) *** It’s been a year. Thankfully, Netflix has given me a year’s worth of streamy goodness for the brain and soul- practically a pear tree’s worth. On the first month of 2017, my Netflix gave {Read More}

Jasper. (Almost) Four. (Definitely) Wonderful.

Jasper woods

In mere days, my youngest guy- my youngest anyone– will turn four years old. He is my baby. The smallest in the family, sure, but also the one I let things…slide for. I admit it. I never understood it until I had a decided LAST in the family, but once we agreed that our family was complete, he firmly became our “baby.” (When P.J. and I started dated we spoke about having “at least five” hahahahahaha. That lasted until I was {Read More}

CPS students and ‘Hamilton’ on the stage where it happens

Hamilton Education Program

Talk about your next-level field trips. On November 29th, students from 15 CPS high schools got to be in in the spotlight at the CIBC Theatre, where the wildly popular Hamilton has been playing in Chicago to downright frenzied acclaim. 1,900 students and teachers from 25 CPS schools were in attendance for the day celebrating the Hamilton Education Program, now in its second year, and proved to be a captive and supportive audience for their brave, creative, and vocal peers. Inspired by Hamilton and {Read More}

I shouldn’t be allowed in church at all (an allergic Advent story)

Jasper laugh

Despite recent events, I generally consider myself a responsible human being and pretty good at things like functioning in society. When it comes to my kids, that is. As for me? Apparently I have all of the self-preservation of a blindfolded lemming. The other morning, we took the kids to church. At 7:45am. (It was the only early English-speaking mass and it’s literally less than a block north of our home, so it’s more doable than it seems on paper.) {Read More}