Sub-Zero Temps Means Excused Laziness.

Schools are closed here again in Chicago and the ‘burbs. And it’s weird, people. It’s really, really weird. As I’ve mentioned before, two years ago was the first snow day that Chicago had in nearly three decades. (And it was during a blizzard. The Snowpocalypse, mind you.) And this year? We’ve already had a handful. IT’S WEIRD. It’s also kind of a nice thing, as a) I had been planning on keeping Nora home tomorrow anyhow (since I had heard about {Read More}

Chiberia, Sleep Deprivation, And Utter Joy.

Lovely frozen people of the world (and if you happen to be in a balmy clime, I’m sorta gonna need you to keep it to thyself for the next week): I hadn’t intended to blog only two-ish weeks into my “maternity leave” (hahaha), but decided to do so for a few reasons. Namely, I missed blogging. And you guys. And sharing simply crucial minutiae. (Incidentally, Crucial Minutiae would be an exceptional name for a book of essays, no?) Also, my {Read More}

Eating Apples In A Field. (Etc.)

First things first: welcome to my new bloggy home. (Yay, WordPress!) Nicer neighborhood, same shabby wicker furniture. Thanks to Vanita at The Strategic Mama for making the move so awesome. She’s good people. (She’s patient people, people.) And thanks to P.J. for helping me do such important things like tweak color choices. Because- I never promised to be the easiest wife to deal with at midnight. Second things…third, I guess. (Math!) It is now officially Fall. So we celebrated by eating {Read More}

No Good, Very Bad Day. (Until Snacktime.)

Yesterday was a tough day. It even started out tough. Despite my best (read: productive/attention/motherly) efforts, the girls were just feeling crazy. Like- wild, bickery, rambunctious, independent crazy. All throughout the morning, Nora responded to my requests of helping me straighten this part of her room/putting stuff back on that shelf/stop pulling even more things out of drawers by neeeeeding to play with that/taking things from the shelf/removing things from drawers. And Zu? Well, my darling youngest punctuated her independent proclamations {Read More}

Snow, Enya, and Confusing Friends & Family Since 2008.

So, Midwest: This snow thing. Come on. There’s been a slight disconnect lately between anticipated snow and the subsequently unwarranted freak-outs. Having been a resident of Chicago for over a decade now(!) and being in the [poorly plowed] trenches for the majority of those winters, I’d like to remind my neighbors of what snowfall is. And four inches of ground cover within the city proper wouldn’t even have been a blip three years ago. You call this snow? For example, during {Read More}

Winter Games. (For An Hour.)

On Saturday, we took the girls sledding. In case you’re curious, here’s what sledding in Chicago looks like. Careful, it’s pretty extreme. First, you bundle your offspring within an inch oftheir lives. It’s cool, they love this part. There are zero chair lifts. But that’s fine, it’s goodfor them to learn how to walk at a 10 degree angle uphill. There will be snowflake eating. (A

Weekends Aren’t For The Weak.

Close-up of ugly door.Close-up of blogger’s old promo pic. P.J. loves it when I start a new weekend project. No really, he just adores it. What’s not to love? Go on, honey (he says), why on earth would I prefer to sit here and pound through episodes of Firefly? It would be much nicer (he agrees) to help you prep, clean, facilitate, and be the sounding board for all of your ideas and/or misplaced anger. And even though my preferred color {Read More}

Gettin’ Back To Nature- And Potentially The ER.

Happy Labor Day! Communing. Why are you reading this today? Go! Go outside! Good God, man, it’s almost winter! (However, if you’re not reading this until Tuesday or later, I’m quite hurt- wounded, really- at your disloyalty.) There, now. I think I’ve sufficiently alienated everyone. Onward! The reason that I’m able to post today is because of my daughter’s proclivity towards 4am Beanie Bear tea parties in her crib. Thusly, she faceplanted at an ungodly early 10am for her nap, {Read More}