Surfin’ Safari It Ain’t.

“There’s some good chompin’ sand over here, Susannah!” There are days where you feel like you’ve unlocked the door to Competent Adulthood. Then there are other days where bang your head on the beam of Ignorant Idiocy. Today would most likely skew towards the latter. It didn’t start out that way. No, the morning began with a cleaned kitchen, three loads of put-away laundry, prepped lunches, and an invitation to join our friends (and their daughter Emily, who happens to be {Read More}

Wynken And Blynken And Nod.

Even when things get awful and messy and smelly and chaotic, it never fails to amaze me that the simple act of watching these two dynamos nap can make everything seem a teensy bit sweeter. (Still messy. Just nicer to look at.)

Keely Comes Unhinged.

At least SOMEONE’S sleeping like a baby. This house has turned me into a Nervous Nellie and a Doubting Thomas. Whenever something new is opened up (the floor, a pipe, a line of credit), I fully expect that something “surprising” will happen. A rat’s nest will be exposed. We’ll all discover that there is actually no “foundation” to this place. Little things like that. And when people estimate that a job will take two days (“three days, tops”), I no {Read More}

Ferris Bueller Ain’t Got Nothing On Me.

But I already ATE all the sugar. There comes a point in any illness where high-pitched whines and manic energy overtake any real cold symptoms- excepting, of course, a positively astonishing sea of boogs. Our household reached that point roughly two and a half days ago. That said, there is nothing particularly wrong with today. Except. I find myself possessing less than no desire to wipe or scrub or fold or sort or sanitize anything whatsoever. In fact, it would {Read More}

On The Road Again. (Seriously?)

Whee! So what does a pack of Schoenies do when they find themselves without a houseguest and/or crazy weekend plans? They get outta Dodge. For 24 hours. (Which, some folks might speculate would create a ton of work on the part of the two people packing/planning/toting the toddler…but any time I don’t have to clean the kitchen after a meal is a good excuse for a trip. Unless you count the mad dash cleaning immediately prior and the post-return explosion of {Read More}

Nora gets on her wee little soapbox.

The wha-? Okay, we all have an announcement to make over here- there’s gonna be another little[r] Schoeny. We’re having a baby! In early October, as a matter of fact. (And considering that I’m the only member of this family without a birthday in the month of October, I’m either really special or just a specific type of carrier. Because- without getting too detailed- this was not the planned month. Guess we weren’t in charge of this one.) But I gotta say, on {Read More}

I even wore my best hoodie.

Back to work. So I didn’t win Best Parenting Blog. But, as I also didn’t win Best Scientific, European, or Technical Blog, I can choose to look at this a few different ways, all positive. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I feel good about my decision. Also, this frees me up from having to write about “parenting” stuff every day. I mean- REALLY. Oh, I kid. I would, however, like to thank the superbly nice folks {Read More}

Can I write a Trip Advisor review?

Nice. I am really, really relaxed. This does not make for a compelling read, I realize. But let’s see if I can create some dramatic tension, twists n’ turns, and cliffhangers for bloggy’s sake. On Tuesday morning we got Nora out of bed at 5:45am to head to O’Hare. I had booked the earliest flight possible, thinking that it would be easy that way. (Sure, ’cause nothing says ‘easy’ like an exhausted toddler.) And an accident on 90/94 made me {Read More}