Today/Tonight.

Today I: …Took three kids to get “back to school” haircuts. (Even if the youngest’s “school” is only School of Hard Knocks/School of Disrupted Naptimes.) …Packed a picnic lunch to eat at the splash pad for one last splashy summer. (The fact that the park was 2 blocks away from the haircut joint and the spraying water ensured I wouldn’t have to hose them down myself post-lunch shouldn’t count against me in the least.) …Wrote one email. While holding a {Read More}

35 Beats 34 And Here’s Why.

If I may be permitted to post about my birthday one last time (for this year, anyhow)… 34 was a hard age. In fact, it was my toughest year ever. It actually had very little to do with the number or the midthirtiness of it all, and more to do with the fact that 34 was the year which kinda shook the ground beneath my feet. The day I turned 34, I was the mother of a 4 year-old, 2 {Read More}

Working From Home With Kids: A Primer.

Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of the “how do you do it” questions which are usually politely asked of parents who work from home. (My secret? I never ever get dressed unless I absolutely have to. Also? I haven’t changed Suzy’s PullUp since October.) But here- just for fun- is a snapshot of my “work from home” mornings, complete with helpful tips n’ tricks. Days like today are easier days, since none of the three kids under 4.5 have {Read More}

A New Gig And At Least One Bathtub Photo.

Okay guys, this will be the shortest weekly recap in the history of ever…because I only have two things to report: My re-admittance to the blogging world after the birth of my son/all the holidays/etc., etc., etc… And the complete awesomesauceitude of my new job blogging for The Mix, 101.9 FM, a fabulously fabulous radio station here in Chicago. 2014 is waving the ol’ banner of Terrific, thus far. Keep it up, 2014. And wow, that’s a short post, right? {Read More}

Bloggers Are Not Experts. (Except When They Are.)

So, the interwebs and blogosphere are abuzz with outrage over the new Martha Stewart interview. Don’t get me wrong. I love Martha Stewart. I LOVE Martha Stewart Living. (Except- again- that one time it was suggested that I spray paint driftwood and nail it to my mantel and I was all like: No, we will not be doing that.) But her claim that bloggers aren’t experts because we’re not “trained editors” with the necessary skill set? COME ON, MARTHA. I will be {Read More}

My Mom Wrote Me An Early Dismissal Note.

“Keely, you’re awesome.””I know, Mom.” There are days when you feel so on top of the world and think that no one can even come close to touching the gigantic lead you’ve got on the rest of the human race… …And then there are the days when you completely disregard the “suggested serving size” for your container of ice cream. For four containers of your ice cream. There are moments where

Bloggy Boot Camp And My Email Addiction. (Unrelated.)

At BBC Chicago with the adorbs Denise from According To Denise. Nora has informed me that I can no longer attend “meetings.” To her, a “meeting” entails “leaving the house.” “Taking a daytime shower.” “Wearing mascara and/or a non-hoodie.” (Seems like a “meeting” or two is kind of a welcome change around here.) This past weekend’s meeting was actually the famed Bloggy Boot Camp (in Chicago!), held by the awesomesauce SITS Girls. (You know, the folks who’ve taken me on {Read More}

This Whole Vending Machine’s Out Of Order!

I object. This past Friday, I was called to perform an extremely important duty. In an instant (after checking the hotline at 4:30pm, CST) I became Keely: Juror.  I did not take this job lightly. (Most likely because I was stoked beyond belief to get to ride solo on a train, read a book, and potentially use the bathroom by myself at some point during the day.) Here is how I prepared for my Big Day O’ Juroring:-I showered.-I ate {Read More}