There’s something so freeing about chilly- and overcast- Fall weekends. They totally give you permission to do what you whine about wanting to do all week…nothing at all. So we snuggled in. Ate junk food. Watched the ’80s version of Pippi Longstocking- for Nora. In case you’re curious, it completely stands the test of time. (Life is a breeeeeze…) We also watched a classic episode of Sesame Street- from the 4th season, once they’d ironed out most of the kinks of {Read More}
There’s something so freeing about chilly- and overcast- Fall weekends. They totally give you permission to do what you whine about wanting to do all week…nothing at all. So we snuggled in. Ate junk food. Watched the ’80s version of Pippi Longstocking- for Nora. In case you’re curious, it completely stands the test of time. (Life is a breeeeeze…) We also watched a classic episode of Sesame Street- from the 4th season, once they’d ironed out most of the kinks of {Read More}
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Odd Hygiene and Noisy Celebrations.
I’ve been noticing a marked difference in my Nanny With Nora versus Nora At Home routines. There are just certain things that I can do In House that wouldn’t fly whilst on the clock. For instance, I attempted to shower while Nora played on the bathroom floor with squeezie toys and bath books- in my own bathroom. (General rule of thumb: Keep your clothes on/don’t bathe in the workplace. This is just something I’ve always tried to live by.) Believe {Read More}
Little Gorilla Design, a.k.a. P.J. Write This Down.
When I was a little kid, my Mom and I used to pretend to “shop” various catalogs. We’d have cups of tea and wield big ol’ pens, circling home goods, knickknacks, clothing, and the Wish Book. I circled and craved everything– not because I was greedy (pipe down, sisters) but because I could genuinely make room in my heart for every single item in completely different ways. When I love something, I really love something and it becomes part of my Things (or {Read More}
Keely Says Awkward Things On The Food Network…
…And Other Weekendy Things. Compared to last weekend’s glorious hibernation, I’m pretty sure this weekend has led Nora to believe that her car seat is her new nursery. (It is very nice.) Saturday: P.J. had an audition. (Good little trick for all you actor pals out there- disregard all audition notices for one calendar year. Have a big ol’ life event. Despair a little bit about your career. One year to the day later- you’ll be batting auditions away with a {Read More}
Maybe Haunted Posts need their own blog day.
How can she post again so soon, you ask yourselves? What could have POSSIBLY gone down since Tuesday that’s worth blogging about? Not much, really. But that’s kinda the point- when one’s main trifecta of posting involves bodily functions/petty grievances/insignificant minutiae, it’s never a slow news day. Update- 10pm bedtime month has been defiled. Disrespected. Nay- disregarded. And by 10pm’s strongest- and loudest- proponent, no less. I’m talking to P.J., Mr. Falling Asleep On The Couch Until 11ish. Plus, PLUS, {Read More}
Computer screens are kinda reflective, too…
Just so you’re all aware- September is 10pm Bedtime Month. This isn’t a national thing or even a local thing, overmuch. Okay, maybe really locally, like the third floor of my house. This is why we’ve been colossal lame-os for- oh, the last week. We eventually got tired of being tired all the time. (Initially, the proposal was for 9pm Bedtime Month but, as was pointed out to us- Thanks, Mom- 9pm is an awfully ambitious bedtime for people who like {Read More}
Labor Day, a.k.a. Nappin’ Day.
Take a rest, you deserve it. Back tomorrow.
