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taking the first one

Morning, chickens!

It’s a dreary morning out there, but we made it past Monday, so that’s something.


Last night I sped home as fast as I could to catch the second half of the US-Ghana soccer game, receiving frequent updates from my fellow soccer fan LB.

We bonded over the Women’s World Cup finals in 1999 and played four years of high school soccer together. Her expletive-ridden play by play of the US team’s inability to complete passes was almost as good as the real thing.

When I got home, the texts continued, until I realized that my live stream was off, and she scooped me on the Ghana goal before I saw it happen.

That or she has become a future-telling gypsy.

You never know.

In any case, we were both overjoyed when the US answered with goal 2, (you know who was not overjoyed? Theo. It turns out he retains no memory of being in utero during football season because screaming “GOALLLLLL!!!” at the top of my lungs seemed to frighten him), and I’m happy we’re starting our Cup with a win.

I love an underdog, chickadees, and this is one of the only times the US qualifies.

Happy soccer watching, everyone. Stay dry out there!

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busy days and celebrations

Yesterday, Theo and I busted out seven miles around town on a couple of walks, visited with my new pal K and her adorable six week old daughter, had lunch with my mom, and met up with JW to hit KD’s high school regional game (where they not only won, but KD managed a hat trick).

Now that’s a day.

Also, despite the fact that I couldn’t stay up for the third period, when I woke up at 3am to feed T, I saw the news that we won the game in overtime.

On to the next series.

Right after the last series win, my parents were at my house and my father and I were discussing the next game.

“What next game?” my mother asked. “Didn’t they win?”

After explaining that they won one of the series necessary to make it into the next round, my mother was slightly confused.

“I thought they won the Stanley Cup!” they said.

We laughed and asked if she had noticed that people weren’t cheering like we’d won the championship.

“Well, I celebrated like we won the Stanley Cup!”

Two more series until we can actually have that celebration around here, with a repeat of my mom’s performance, hopefully. Theo’s dreaming that will happen.

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Fingers crossed chickens. Enjoy this one!


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turning up the heat on this one.

Morning, chickens!

Yesterday was a beautiful day, and I refuse to comment on the heat, since I promised after a winter full of polar vortexes, I wouldn’t complain about summer weather.

Theo, however, who was born in a polar vortex, was not sure how he felt about weather above 70 degrees, and decided that wearing clothes in such temperatures was ill-advised.

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I couldn’t argue with him. I’d join him if I could, but I’m pretty sure that we’d get some wayward stares in our direction.

My mom and I also busted out a significantly long walk yesterday, in which we realized that four miles in 90 degree heat maybe wasn’t our best move.

I have my first tan lines of the season though, and we did get to have drinks and dinner out on the patio, so overall, I count the inaugural, really-warm-guess-we’re-not-having-a-spring-again Chicago day as a wild success.

Today the weather around here is still warm (but in a far more toned down way), but rainier, so we’ll be spending the day being inside and getting ready for visitors- Theo’s plan is to rest up for tonight’s hockey game.

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Enjoy this one, chickadees, and welcome to the weekend!

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the new normal.

Morning, chickadees!

It’s a cold-ish, rainy morning here in the Second City, and somehow, I find myself with only three weeks left to spend full time with my little guy.

When T was first born, I couldn’t wait to get back to work. I had spent 36 hours in labor, I was exhausted, and also, I didn’t know how to take care of a baby, even though I loved this particular baby very much.

Going back to the office and leaving him with a professional seemed like the best idea for all of us.

Nine weeks later, we seem to be getting the hang of it (and I realized loving him very much is really pretty much the whole thing anyway), even though to be honest, I’m not counting on ever knowing exactly what I’m doing, but that’s true for everything in my life, and really, it just makes things more interesting.

Anyway, while I will not be unhappy to get back into the world of (sometimes) adults, I am beginning to realize that leaving the Piglet for eight hours a day after having him all to myself for three months might be (more than slightly) painful.

Ok, that reflection is over.

But you can tell by just looking at him where I’m coming from, right?

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In other news, this weekend I decided that it was time to return to one of my more 12-year-old boy hobbies, playing soccer.

Which means that today, after jogging around a field and trying to remember to not play rough, because you’re a mom now, NP, all of my limbs are sore.

I also went to yoga and took a walk yesterday, adding to my general aches, because no matter what happens to me in this life, chickens, I will never be good at moderation.

I’m a self-proclaimed work in progress, you guys.

Enjoy the beginning of this week!

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March madness and other sporting events

You guys, two nights of sleep in a row.

It’s a beautiful thing.

And now, onto the theme of this day, which is obviously sports.


Theo and I spent the afternoon (and part of the evening, too) watching March Madness, and being pleased that both Michigan State and Uconn made it through with round 2 wins.

Although Uconn didn’t make it easy to be a fan last night, since they bumbled through the first two halves before finally taking (some) control in overtime.

I spent most of the game yelling at the television while Theo slept peacefully. When questioned about if this was a baby appropriate noise level, I explained that he was used to it.

You’ve been yelling like that all day?

No, I’ve being yelling that way at sports since T was conceived. I’m 100% sure he’s cool with it by now.


Also yesterday, JW, T, and I headed into the wide open to check out KD’s first high school soccer game. Girls’ soccer is obviously near and dear to my heart, being the only sport I was ever any good at during soccer. Even better, despite her freshman status, KD managed to make the varsity team in her first go around, played the whole game, and scored.

If I have mentioned it before, I’ll say it again: KD is my role model, and I don’t even care that’s she’s only fifteen. She was my role model when she was six, too.

We also got to hang with the rest of the S family at the game, including my favorite toddler, who has several new tricks. One includes answering questions posed to him in Spanish in either English or Spanish (because he is so advanced), and another one is acting out a gorilla, complete with knuckle dragging and growling:




My yoga studio is essentially the best. I was sitting around the other day when UPS came to deliver another package addressed to Theo (he gets the most mail around here). I received a box from Amazon, opened it up, and was excited to see this, compliments of my pals over at Spring (oh man do I miss you guys, and I can’t wait to get back):



I can’t wait until T can get into happy baby.


Up today: more hanging, book reading, rattle shaking, folk song singing, and in addition, lunch with my pal M, and an afternoon of good weather, walk-taking, and dinner making with my mom and Ky. We’ve got Theo’s first weekend in MI to look forward to, which means Bubba needs a bath and his finest onesies packed this afternoon.

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it- it’s supposed to be a real spring day here in Chicago, chickadees!


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a few days off from the climb.

You guys, the snow yesterday nearly brought me down.

Literally and figuratively.

Luckily, it looks like it’s over for the present, and I’m looking forward to nearly 40 degree weather, even if logically, I know that it means that I’ll likely need a kayak of some sort to get to the hospital, should this baby show up this week.

At least he didn’t decide to show up last night- I basically spent the commute climbing over what can only be referred to as straight up snow mountains, when you’re 5’2″ and pregnant.

The important part is that we made it, chickadees. Slow and steady wins the commute, it turns out.

Up today: another day full of meetings and random phone calls, e-mails, and notes jotted down so I don’t forget something crucial in my absence, even though I know it’s likely impossible that I will remember everything and am just working on making peace with that.

Also more Olympics, because I obviously can’t get enough.

Who knew how psyched I could get about twizzles and bobsledding?

Enjoy this one, especially if it’s heating up where you are today, chickens!



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the glory of gold.

Morning, everyone!

I’m hoping that this is the last bitterly cold day for awhile, since the forecast is essentially promising me that we’re going to climb above twenty degrees and stay there for awhile starting tomorrow.

Now what better birthday gift could I ask for?

In addition to working, organizing, yoga-ing, and spending lots of time on my couch these past couple of weeks, I’ve also been glued to my television since Friday, because chickadees, there is nothing I love more than the global competition of the Olympics.

So far this year, I’ve had the opportunity to learn what a “twizzle” is in ice dancing, to check out this crazy slope style snowboarding, and to learn that short track speed skating causes me a lot of stress (speed skating is hard enough, why do we have to make it basically a contact sport?).

I’m obviously loving every minute of it. I love nothing more than sports, especially on the patriotic, global stage.

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That’s a pair of Americans about to throw down a twizzle, you guys.

Also, I’ve decided that I’ve missed out by not dedicating my life to becoming an Olympian, and have pinpointed several sports, such as the biathlon and the ski jump, in which I haven’t missed my age window.

South Korea 2018, here I come.

I’ve missed my chance to twizzle though, and that is just something I’ll have to learn to live with. The agony of defeat.

Bundle up out there chickens!

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heading toward what’s up next.

Morning, chickens!

And pardon the interruption, but we’re getting ready for a VIP arrival around here in the next couple of weeks, so things are getting a little crazy.

And in between things getting a little crazy, I’m doing a lot of couch resting.

Mixed in with a little yoga and snowy walking for good measure.

I’m still working under the premise that my 40 weeks of exercise might give this little guy an edge somewhere.

In any case, it’s keeping me from losing it, and isn’t that an edge?

I thought so.

This weekend was the kind where you run errands and watch movies and hang out with your friends and eat delicious chili.

I loved all of it, except for the part where the Superbowl was the least fun thing to watch on this planet.

I do not begrudge the Seahawks their victory in the least, but it would have been more fun to watch a little back and forth.

Says the girl who had no real allegiances Sunday night.

And now, college basketball, NHL hockey, the first two weeks of baseball season where I actually think the Cubs have a chance, and a newborn to see me through until football starts again.

But first, guys, the Olympics. I love that the winter Olympics coincides with my birthday- bring on the global competition and emotional how-we-made-it-to-Sochi stories.

I’ll be over football in no time.

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i am underprepared/but i am willing

Morning, chickens.

And welcome to 2014!

A snowy, cold new year is upon us in Chicago, and while I’m happy to be in it, I’d rather, I think, be in the new year and also in my bed still.

After a nice, long break from work and commuting and thinking about things besides baby decorations and my next meal and what movie JW and I were going to watch, it’s time to get back into the real, adult world of the office.

At least until Baby W shows up, that is.

We spent New Years’ Eve doing not much of anything, which was actually perfect for me, since hanging on my couch and not putting on real clothes are increasingly becoming my two favorite activities.

Things seem to be getting a little slower as I get to the end of this, and I’m giving myself permission to get into that.

It’s good to learn to move at a less frantic pace, chicks.

Yesterday, after waking up without a hangover on the first day of the year for the first time in who knows how long (if you’re wondering, you guys, that’s an awesome feeling. Totally worth staying in, eating pasta, and watching mob movies for…), we watched more Game of Thrones, which I am finally getting into, despite the fact that it’s the kind of show I have to pay close attention to, and headed to my mom’s to watch the Rose Bowl, the only positive sports game of the week.

Spartans for the win, chickadee, and husband in a great mood. Unlike Sunday, where we both spent the evening sulking.

I thought I was ready to talk about it, but I’m not.

So Go Spartans, is what I meant.

Up today: back at it, through the snow, although I’ve got new boots to get me downtown:


These boots are warm and dry and awesome, and my only complaint is that due to being extremely pregnant and the size of a small rhino, it takes extra time to pull them on and off.

Bending over is becoming a thing.

I’m still going to bells on Saturday.

Enjoy this one, chickadees!

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lazy weekends and fast starts.

Morning, chickadees!

Yesterday was  a rude awakening to a week of the commute after a weekend in which JW and I watched approximately a dozen movies, cleaned out one baby room, and hunkered down in our living room to

It was a lovely life, but unfortunately, not sustainable for more than 24 hours.

I also dragged myself through a snowstorm to bells, where G let me know he was disappointed that I haven’t seemed to get any bigger over the past two weeks.

Not knowing exactly how to take that, I just swung my bell and laughed a little.

I’m roughly the size of a baby rhino at this point, in case you were wondering.

Yesterday, despite being a Monday, was fairly exciting for two specific reasons.

I got to take a photo with the Olympic torch:



A little blurry, but you get the idea. I love worldwide competition and global goodwill, so this was obviously a highlight of the month for me.

Please note, my unborn child is so large that my stomach is protruding through that torch cut out.

Also yesterday: The Lions, who I usually would be cheering for, but in the rough world of statistics and me loving the Bears most was not, could not quite pull it out against the Ravens, which means that my team continues to have a shot.

Don’t blow it, you guys. It’s the holiday season.

And with that, I’m ready to hit up Tuesday- I’ve got a long, long break waiting for me at the end of this one, and I can’t wait to get started.

Stay warm, chickadees!

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