The Gals Have Some News.

…Because things were starting to settle down around here… …Because we’re starting to get a respectable amount of sleep each night… …And because it looks like there MIGHT be room for one more… …We’re expecting a baby in December. It’s like they always say, “Why wait to remember what it’s like to be outta diapers before you need to go buy another four cases at Costco?” (Okay, fine, I just coined that phrase.) A few preemptively answered questions: 1) Well, if {Read More}

Chicago Is- Briefly- All Full O’ Summer.

For the uninitiated, this is what the first 80 degree day in Chicago looks like. To be fair, this is also what the first 68 degree day in Chicago looks like. (By 55 degrees, we’ve thrown winter coats into deep storage.) So yeah, it’s just as euphoric as it looks. Take that, nine months of winter!

The Evolution Of A Day’s Outfit.

Night attire, obviously. Butterfly sundress, polka dot blouse, pink stretch pants, moose socks. Midmorning play clothes (chosen by 17 month-old): A perfectly acceptable cozy outfit, plus maroon tutu, plus bandanna, plus pink Red Sox cap. Post-nap ladybug dress over striped pants, with the addition of at least one glitter flip flop. Checking themselves out in the mirror- once Zuzu chose her own ladybug dress, obvie. Ladybugs with flip flops. “We should really see if someone’s outside, we look incredible.”

It’s The Quiet Ones You’ve Gotta Watch Out For.

I came upon this scene between the 3 and 1 year olds yesterday, in Susannah’s bedroom: Nora, facing her little sister (fiercely): What’s cooler than cool!?Susannah makes a big show of wrapping her arms around herself and shivering.Nora: No, Zu, you say “ice cold.”Susannah: Brr.Nora: What’s cooler than cool!?Susannah pauses, certain she’s got this one.Susannah: Brr.Nora: Ice cold! You say ‘ice cold!’Susannah shivers.Nora: That’s right. I shouldn’t be too surprised by how street these children are. After all, their mother {Read More}

The Spooky Salon.

I was pulling together costume pieces (and sorting the copious piles of clean/dirty laundry), with my two miniature helpers- namely, half-dressed Orange Butterfly and fully dressed [pajama-outfitted] Brown Puppy. Nora announced that she wanted to play Jeremy (the dude who cut her hair, not the Pearl Jam song, sigh). I handed her a small pink comb and the water spray bottle, and opened Susannah’s closet with an armful of sweaters. I turned back not three seconds later to find- -A confused {Read More}

Patriotism Makes You Blurry.

Happy Fourth of July, everyone.

It’s The Little Things.

As we close out week five of “The Project,” it’s pictures like this that keep me going: Yuv. This one doesn’t hurt, either: 90% finished laundry room. (Yuv.)

[Forced] Togetherness.

Our Double Stroller- Making Moments Like This Possible Since 2012.