Hey, gang, let’s put on a show! (With Netflix & the #StreamTeam)


Disclosure: As a member of Netflix’s Stream Team, I get to have a stupid amount of fun and pretend it’s all for the children. Although I’m compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and felt creations are entirely my own. (Okay, fine, the kids helped.) *** Remember back in the day, back when Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland, et.al were all about Putting On A Show? (I’m not saying it’s back in MY day, but it’s definitely in my mental Filofax of cultural {Read More}

#RiseUp, a.k.a. Time to go back to church


In today’s tale of… #BestLife questionable parenting moments …We have a quote from the one and only, five year-old, establishment-smashing child of mine. From the backseat of the car this morning, Suzy piped up with a question. “Mom? Do all churches have pictures of Jesus?” Knowing this was Suzy, and knowing that was not the real question she was asking, I paused for a second. “Well, Christian churches do.” “All?” “I think so, sweetheart.” “So, none have pictures of Alexander Hamilton?” {Read More}

Chicago kids love to float, pose, and scale


Disclosure: My kids are ridiculously lucky to try all of this stuff for free. Although my activities around Chicago are compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and impressively flexible children are entirely my own. *** Want to see what those monkeys of mine have been up to for the past two weeks? (Here’s a recap for folks just tuning in now; don’t worry, the only plot twist that could possibly confuse you would be the moment that I jumped in the pool. Which {Read More}

Splashing and splitzing around Chicago: Weeks 1 & 2


Disclosure: My kids are lucky li’l ducks to be offered so many complimentary classes. But although I’m being compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and snoring offspring are entirely my own. *** That trio of mine enjoys staying supremely active. (And I enjoy letting them out crazy amounts of excess afternoon energy; it’s a little bit like letting a bit of steam eke out of a very full, very shouty teapot.) And thanks to Goldfish Swim School and Design Dance- our two {Read More}

Having “the talk” with the #StreamTeam

The Talk Netflix

Disclosure: As a member of Netflix’s Stream Team, I share tidbits about the streamiest best in programming each month; even though I’m compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and gaps in parental duty are entirely my own. (Unless some of the gaps can be attributed to P.J.) *** The Talk Having “the talk” has been a rite of passage (for sweaty-palmed parents) since the beginning of time; and guess what? Their offspring probably know every single thing they’re being awkwardly told, and could {Read More}

A #StreamTeam vlog from my 5 year-old


Disclosure: As a member of Netflix’s Stream Team, I share my faves and the latest streaming releases. But this month- ha HA- I outsourced it. Although I’m compensated, all thoughts, opinions, and holiday screen time are entirely Susannah’s own. *** Parenting, like any other life sentence of your choosing, has its pros and cons. One of the major checks in the ol’ “plus” column is the ability to- ahem– encourage your offspring to do your job for you. May I {Read More}

Social media detox, or Why I’m a rotten mother.


“Mom, stop ignoring me!” This from Suzy, almost to the point of tears. But the real guilt-zinger? Not only did I have zero idea of what she had been saying, I had had zero idea that she was even STANDING there. Yes. I was on my phone. And yes, I was confirming an activity- for her. At first I was, anyhow. Then I was scrolling through the Facebook feed of someone I didn’t actually like all that much, and hadn’t {Read More}

Birthday love and love on birthdays.


I love birthdays. I LOVE birthdays. I love the celebratory nature of them, the special eventitude, the cake. (I love the birthday cake. Even over-sugared grocery store frosting birthday cake is the stuff I love.) I love ushering in a new year, taking a moment to say “This is who I am now, and this acknowledgement needs to be acknowledged by folks outside the general vicinity of my bathroom mirror.” And oof- lemme tell you, I love my children’s birthdays. {Read More}