As I was driving to work the other morning, iPod Touch hooked up to the cassette deck and wee baby asleep in the back, I found myself enjoying a nice mix of light tunes with which to lull Nora and keep her soundly sleeping. Suddenly, a track by Evanescence blared on (no, it does NOT matter which one, they are all loud)at about 800 decibels higher than the previous songs. What’s with your modulation, Amy Lee? Yes, this IS a {Read More}
Thursday is the new Saturday. No, really, it is.
January 21, 2010 By 4 Comments
A brand-new graffitiesque mural has gone up in my neighborhood; it’s on the side of a building near the intersection of Kedzie and Montrose, to be exact. It is great. The word “diversity” is written (scrawled?) in about ten different languages. You know, the languages that represent Albany Park. A multitude of beautiful, happy, diverse faces are looking in different directions, quite artful, and are layered willy-nilly to show the many different colors and ethnicities of our lovely ‘hood. Fabulous. {Read More}
Housewivery, unfortunate pants & inconsequential rage.
January 14, 2010 By 6 Comments
Things that bother me this week (settle in, we could be here a spell): Pants. I tried to buy my first post-preggo pants this past weekend. It was an epic fail on all fronts, mostly the posterior. Silly me, I’d thought it was high time to ditch the elastic-waisted maternity jeans. It is clearly not time. It may never BE time. (Sure, some of you keep telling me that it’ll HAPPEN, you just HAD the baby! This is false. She {Read More}
A new year, a new pack o’ Pampers.
January 7, 2010 By 3 Comments
Week ten, back to work! Armed with a diaper bag the size (and shape) of Guam, Nora and I set out to see what needs doin’ in the world of two to seven year olds. Apparently, a lot lot. Eggs need scrambling! Hair needs to be braided- evenly- and/or clipped back with appropriate bows (but not too matchy-matchy.) The stegosaurus’ tail needs to be found…on a puzzle piece the width of pencil eraser. Stories need to be performed with the {Read More}
Y2k10! That seems more like a ‘captcha’ than a ‘year.’
December 31, 2009 By 6 Comments
In honor of the impending new year- and in consideration of the wee babe in an aquarium bouncer by my knee- I shall jam out a brief review of the year that was ’09: January- We failed to buy a house. This was sad. I began taking Pilates lessons to combat the “extra ten pounds”- ha HA. (I would KILL for an extra ten pounds right now. Well, not exactly. Rather, I’d kill to only have ten pounds to lose. {Read More}
Eight weeks! Also, Christmas Eve! Also, naptime.
December 24, 2009 By 1 Comment
Being home is fun. Take, for instance, the bonding, the “face time” that you get when sitting next to your big sister, also updating her blog. On warring laptops. It’s this kind of togetherness that warms the cockles of my heart. So does her blog. [ www.grant-wishes.com ] Also, what’s a cockle? Is it like a ventricle? Do those need warming? Discuss. So. New England. The holidays. The holiday TRAVEL. The holiday travel over-packing. Why does Nora need her own {Read More}
Survivor’s "Vital Signs" on vinyl? Yeah, she digs that one, too.
December 17, 2009 By 3 Comments
How on Earth has it been seven weeks since Nora arrived and filled my dryer with hundreds of miniature pastel socks? (They’re printed with Mary-Janes on the toes- she has about fifteen different colors, quite a feat. HAH.) Other big changes: our upstairs is now outfitted with a cool mist humidifier (no one ever gave a damn about MY nose in the winter!), various play areas in brightly contrasting hues are present on each floor (okay, only half are Nora-specific), {Read More}
Nighttime isn’t for sleeping! It’s for rockin’ the party.
December 10, 2009 By 4 Comments
I fear I’ve become…bland. Don’t get me wrong, I totally and fully dig my current life, but I worry that my “adventures” have become a little PG to those of my pals sans kiddos. I will strive to be racier. Let’s try it out. This past weekend…we bought our Christmas tree. (Sigh. Oh well.) We quite possibly spent waaay too long debating the merits of Balsam vs. Frasier Fir. Couldn’t tell you what they are NOW, but at the time {Read More}
