Let us pray.

Hi! Nora’s a really good little kid. I feel like I haven’t been blogging about her as much as I used to- back in the days of first food, first sounds, first episode of The Office- because she’s always just around. Being cool. Sure, she’s in the stories a ton, but hasn’t gotten a ton of solo press lately. So here’s what’s up with the biggie little in the house: -Anytime I’ve helped one of my kiddos out on the potty, {Read More}

Sleep Is For The Awesome.

P.J. likes me. I know this. But sometimes I have to remind myself that just because you like someone doesn’t mean you have to like sleeping next to someone. (Don’t get me wrong- his sleeping options haven’t changed. This is not a democracy, it’s a marriage. But he can have his feelings.) Lemme ‘splain. I’m a bit of a…hmm…an ambitious sleeper. My goal is to cover as much ground as possible. I am Lewis and/or Clark and your pillow is the Pacific {Read More}

January must be Customer Service Month.

It was a good, albeit frigid, weekend here. We actually saw more people than we do for some combined weeks. We went with one pal to an awesome creperie up the street from here- I highly recommend it. Nora also gave it two miniature thumbs way up- but they’re covered in cheese, so I wouldn’t shake her hand or anything. There was a bit of a language barrier, so my Moroccan chai latte actually came as a fresh mint infusion- but {Read More}

Maybe we’ll just take a boat.

Nora and I are taking a trip in a couple of weeks. But this post is not regarding air travel, nor does it concern my staggering amount of arrogance to think I can wrangle a toddler solo in an airborne contraption. No, this is about customer service. Or rather, customer disservice. I live about twenty minutes down the highway from O’Hare International Airport. This is important to note because yesterday, whilst dealing with a booking representative, it occurred to me {Read More}

I’m half kidding about the pine needle project.

This post, by all rights, should have been ready for publication about an hour ago. However, an incredibly cute and persistent toddler has been giving what I like to call The Adorable And Timely Awareness Of Fleeting Moments Face. It involves a lot of belly laughs and doe eyes. Thusly, a good portion of my morning has been spent rocking any combination of four baby dolls (rotated at will by The Empress herself) with a pointed finger and the simple direction to {Read More}

It’s also All You Need.

I could use a little Valentine’s Day. Now, before a horde of angry and over-holiday’d anti-consumerist solo flyers attack me for my God Awful ways like so many rabid geese… …lemme ‘splain. The kind of Valentine’s Day I want is of the second grade variety. That’s right; first-rate, second grade. And here, in no particular order, are the five best reasons I have for wanting such a thing: 5. There is nothing in the world quite as awesome as having a {Read More}

My house doesn’t even spin.

Let me be among the top five hundred to welcome you into 2011, three days in. I am deeply consumed with confusion over my absent flying car, meal tablet, robotic housekeeper…or any housekeeper at all, for that matter. (Do you hear that, P.J.? Do not feel limited by any type of maid. I would take Amelia Bedelia at this point.) Our New Year’s Eve was pretty normal and quiet, by rest home standards. The three of us stayed in our jammies- {Read More}

"It costs more because it SAVES more."

Sometimes things just don’t turn out at all how you expected. Example A: Instead of enjoying a cup of coffee whilst typing, the ottoman tray upon which my Mama Bear mug had previously rested decided to upend said coffee onto tray, couch, self- but most importantly, not computer. The empty mug is now being cradled by a vanilla powder-scented baby doll. This is a first. And sure, while annoying, it doesn’t really represent the bigger picture as well as- Example B: {Read More}