This past weekend we jaunted over to the Elston Farmer’s Market Garden Center– don’t let the “farmer’s market” part fool you, it was more “garden center” than anything else. Although they had a really sweet selection of stone mushrooms to decorate one’s yard- but I guess that’s pretty “garden,” too. We walked away with, among other things, marigolds, a rose bush, a peony and a raspberry plant. The reasons (besides the fact that it’s really fun to buy things) are {Read More}
Sometimes we read books, too.
April 19, 2010 By 11 Comments
Let me start out by saying that, apparently, I cannot top last Thursday’s post. I don’t think I should even try- and I hope that’s cool. It was certainly not my intention to make people weep (there’s enough intentional weeping in the world), and the fact that it resonated with a) people with kids, b) people without kids, and c) maybe even kids, themselves, leads me to believe that I have reached the apex of my blogosomeness and should probably just {Read More}
Just wait…
April 15, 2010 By 14 Comments
Today is stunningly gorgeous in the fair(ish) city of Chi. Like, running barefoot across the adjacent blanket in Millennium Park gorgeous. And then apologizing, for you were just trying to get a free bag of ComEd popcorn before the movie started. Which won’t happen this year because the city hates my personal view of fun. But I think you get the picture. Sometimes days this lovely have the unexpected effect of making me sad. The ‘early Sunday evening’ or ‘end of summer’ {Read More}
I can’t drive 55.
April 12, 2010 By 6 Comments
…But apparently, neither can the state of Michigan. This past weekend Annie and I surprised our excellent pal, massage therapist extraordinaire and partner-in-crime since 2002 (Annie and Kat go further back, but we’re gonna go by my timeline, here) with a superbly awesome girls’ getaway trip to Harbor Country, Michigan. I had never thought about Michigan in that way, before. I have been a fool.For starters, we sent Kat a text on Thursday afternoon, saying she’d receive instructions the following {Read More}
Forget the SwaddleMe- swaddle ME.
April 8, 2010 By 8 Comments
I am tired. I haven’t been this tired since- well, never, I guess. Which is a horribly constructed sentence. As was that one. Here’s a bit of a confession: I never, not even once, pulled an all-nighter in college. Nope. Never needed to. Most of my classes were tailored towards subjects and habits in which I already excelled; crazy amounts of reading each night, papers about my feelings (like a blog!), projects and presentations wherein I basically got to make ’em {Read More}
No babies were harmed during this posting. I’m pretty sure.
April 5, 2010 By 7 Comments
If this jinxes it then I am sorry, but…it seems to be Spring. Real Spring. Like, average of 50 degrees (sometimes 85! Sometimes…40), at times darned rainy, but always with that smell of fresh(ish) air. And perhaps that scent coming from the neighbor’s yard. But whatever. I’ll take it. This past week alone I took Nora outside in no less than five baby-totin’ contraptions: the Maya sling, the hip carrier (as in, on my hip- I have lost all hopes of {Read More}
Too nice of a day…
April 1, 2010 By 2 Comments
…to play each other for a fool. But I did, anyhow. I spent a goodly bit of the morning trying to convince my immediate family that I was expecting our second kid before the end of the year. Oh, the hilarity of mass emails. Here’s how it went down: -Kate, the savviest and quickest on the email draw of all of ’em, thought it was hilarious.-Kate’s second email reminded me of the time I put ice cubes in shoes and forgot {Read More}
Friends: 0. (Sigh.)
March 29, 2010 By 12 Comments
At the risk of sounding like a fourteen year-old girl, I am going to start implementing some changes to my Facebook page. Notably, my “friends.” Notice the quotes. I do not put the quotes around my real friends. (I use my arms!) The former are people whom, if I happened to bump into, would most likely not recognize. My “friends” are people who could care less about my writing, my daughter, my husband, my “dream house” (more quotes!) or status updates regarding {Read More}
