By the numbers.

This was Nora’s holiday week- let’s break it down. On Wednesday: (4) meat products were consumed, (9) family members were hugged. Thursday: (5) meat products were consumed, (30) family members were hugged. Friday: (4) meat products were consumed, (9) family members- not including her touchy/feely parents. Saturday: (6) meat products were consumed…plus (5) cheese appetizers, (29) family members were hugged. Sunday: (5) meat products were consumed, plus the rest of the cheese/etc., appetizers, (10) family members were hugged. This a.m. {Read More}

You’re gonna want to sing this one aloud.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…a mortgage and a baby.On the second day of Christmas, Chicago gave to me…two parking fines, and a Volkswagen and a Bitsy.On the third day of Christmas, my kiddos gave to me…three blanket tents, two museum free days, and a “Sleep in ’til seven thirty.”On the fourth day of Christmas, my parents gave to me…four words of wisdom, three No Way naptimes, two ethnic bake shops, and a “Sorry {Read More}

All is true.

Why, Amit, WHY? [Note: As I sit here in the drafty front room of my chilly abode in the downright frozen town of Chicago…I am having a really hard time keeping my chenille blanket about my shoulders as I type. That’s right- I CLEARLY NEED A SNUGGIE AS I AM COLD YET ACTIVE.  Note note: I did not get paid for this post. (Nor for the mentions of Snuggies or any other product herein.) This is not a review. It is {Read More}

Christmas + Birthday= Featured Day.

Today I am the luckiest- and stokiest- to be featured at The SITS Girls! They’re a fabulous community of over 7000 gals, all of whom have stellar blogs and thrive on supporting each other. And today it’s me. And that is unreal awesome. To the newest visitors: Hi! I’m Keely/Kiki/Mom (that last one is rather selective.) On any given day I’m a combo of writer, nanny, actress, mother, wife, sister, daughter, and overeager Feng Shui enthusiast. I am a superb {Read More}

It’s the little ones you hafta watch.

Bath Pingu also frightens me. I am easily frightened. I think we all can agree on that. However, the other day my bravery reached an all new low. I was taking advantage of a quiet/resting Nora by doing all sorts of exotic and glamorous activities in the upstairs bathroom; brushing my teeth, using moisturizer, contemplating a braid. Glancing up into the mirror, I saw into Nora’s open room through the reflection. I saw her crib, I saw her lovies, I saw…her {Read More}

We Won’t Go Until We Get Some.

I am not remotely done with the Christmas songs. Whilst in the car the other day, Nora and I heard the cheerful lyrics of We Wish You A Merry Christmas. This is one of those songs that, for me, is so completely ingrained in my mind and memory of Christmas that I have fully stopped noticing the words. Until the car ride. Can you imagine if actual carolers came to your door one night? (This sort of merriment may occur in {Read More}

The menagerie’s full.

Many of you are hyper aware of my love affair with Earnest Music. (I initially typed ‘Ernest.’ That would be amazing. And most likely earnest as well. ‘Camp’ and ‘jail’ will do that to you.) My earnestitude hits a whole new high around Christmastime. Holiday songs = country music + rhyming poetry on the scale of I Mean This Message Quite Deeply. But I dig ’em anyhow. A lot. Our radio has been tuned to the Christmas station since two {Read More}

December 6th…that day sounds familiar…

Happy Feast of Saint Nicholas! Just what I asked for! Here is how we celebrated this morning: -One of us filled a miniature boot and two normal-sized boots with candy, advent calendars and a rubber reindeer duck.-One of us peed through one of our jammies/bedding/lovies/sleepsack.-One of us spilled coffee on ourselves whilst trying to eat a Snickers bar shaped like a Nutcracker. I’ll leave it as anonymously as that. Okay, so now it’s fully and terrifically the Christmas season. We’ve got {Read More}