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Into it.

Morning, chickens!

I’m a couple weeks into it now, and I’m you know, getting after it.

My greatest accomplishment every day is getting my kids safely and on-time (ish) to daycare every day, where A does magical things like teach Boo what Saturn is and get Ellie on a schedule after only two days.

If ever there was a woman with a calling, it is her.

Meanwhile, I’m fumbling around trying to figure out how to get through all the Mom-ing and the working and trying to have one conversation with JW a day that doesn’t involve Fireman Sam, but it is still a funny, beautiful stage of life and I don’t mind too much that my little baby likes to eat four times a night when I would like to be sleeping.

Last night, JW and I had a conversation (not about Fireman Sam!) about the corner desk in our living room that we’re thinking of moving because the expensive, unnecessary computer that we bought when we were 24 and couldn’t afford it is broken.

I’m glad we’re moving it before Christmas, I said. Because we would have had a fight over where to put the Christmas tree, since the desk is in its spot.

Jon looked at me, puzzled, which unfortunately is the way I think he’s gotten used to sizing up his wife’s next move, but I can’t help it.

The fight would have gone like this. I would have said, where should I put the Christmas tree, and you would have said, Nik, I don’t know, the desk is there. I then would have looked at you and said, well we need to put up the Christmas tree, and you would have said, I don’t know what you want me to do. And then I would have just looked at you.

By this point he was at least laughing.

Then you would have moved the desk. But I’m glad we get to avoid that fight.

It’s the little things you guys.

Also up this week: Cubs, Cubs Cubs! (Sorry, Bears, I just can’t right now), wondering if it’s ever going to cool down into fall weather (and knowing I’ll regret wishing it so when it finally does) and giving up on all my current library books, returning them, and starting over with The NestBabies do me a lot of good, chicks, but they also make me momentarily illiterate and I’m over it. I’ll report back, and sorry, pile of books that never got read this summer. It’s not you, it’s me (it’s Ellie).


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heating it up

Morning, chickadees!

And welcome to the very-nearly-here weekend, that we all deserve so very much.

We’ve had great weather the past couple of days, and it’s supposed to last through the next two days, and for this, I am thankful.

Theo and I have been able to get out into the sunshine, which really, is making all the difference after a long winter and a hard week.

And it’s making T want to get out of bed even earlier than normal, if such a thing is possible.

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Please excuse my messy room and unmade bed, as it six in the morning in this shot. What is important to note is that my once tiny boy is outfitted in something made for a 3 month old.

He’s essentially a toddler.

Who can’t hold his head up.

We’re getting there.

Up this weekend: a long-overdue date with my bffs, organizing everything in my condo, and getting back into the cooking groove since spring is here, which means the farm market is almost open, and my stash of delicious  freezer meals from my pals and my pre-baby self are almost exhausted.

Things are heating up around here chickadees, and I’ve never been so excited.

Get out in that sunshine today, everybody.


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next up: a couple of big ones.

Chickadees, we’re having all kinds of crazy weather this week.

Snow, rain, thundersnow, wind, fog, ice, it’s interesting over here.

Is it spring yet?

Today’s a big day for a couple reasons.

#1: It is my official due date, although I have the sneaking suspicion that BW has a couple of days before he makes his appearance. Luckily for him, tomorrow’s the weekend, and so I won’t hold it against him.


My not-so-secret hope is that I’ll go into the doctor’s today and they’ll magically reveal that I’m about ready to give birth and maybe just haven’t noticed.

Likely though, the nurse will just weigh me again and say “Let’s take a little off because you have your boots on.”

I’ve been wearing my boots the last ten weeks of appointments, but I take what I can get.

#2: Today is official LM’s last day at SB, which is bittersweet for all kinds of reasons and also snuck right up on me because this has been one crazy week.

LM and I have worked together for just about seven years, making our every day interactions and our friendship almost as long as high school and college combined.

Scary or endearing? I’m not sure which it is, but it’s a long time.

LM’s onto bigger and better things in her next journey, which luckily isn’t too far- this means I don’t expect this particular move to affect our friendship one iota.

Also, she picked a convenient time to make her exit, since I wouldn’t be around for the next 12 weeks anyway- it’s making things slightly less painful.

In any case, LM, thanks for making work a place where, if nothing else, is a building where I’ve had good friends and someone to laugh with for the last three quarters of a decade. I’m excited for your next venture and for a new scene of lunch spots to explore.


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walking into a wet one.

I am utterly opposed to the notion that I had  to wash my hair this morning only to go walk outside into the rain.

It seems pretty much like I should skip blow drying it, but I’m hesitant to give myself the mark of crazier-looking pregnant lady.

Luckily, I have a new umbrella to bust out of its packaging, which likely means it doesn’t have any holes in it.

Your umbrellas don’t have holes in them?

Consider yourself capable of being true adults.

Last night I started a walking campaign, not because I need BW to be born right this second, but just to coax him along in the next few days, you know, if he feels like it might be a good time to make an appearance.

The next few days will reveal if he’s as punctual as his father, or as late-ish as his mother.

We should have known that with our respective gene pools, our chances for an early baby were low.

Also up today: blissfully few meetings aside from one long corporate one with lots of slides, the snow (hopefully) all washing away, and the real possibility that the likely flooding will cause me to ride home standing on two logs as if I am Paul Bunyan.

Or maybe I’ll just take the el.

In any case, good luck staying dry and warm out there, chickadees. Enjoy the air temperature, if you’re hanging in the Second City today.


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journeying out of here.

Morning chickens!

I see that it’s not snowing, and for that, I am thankful.

This has been the kind of winter where two things have happened: crazy amounts of snow, or frostbite-inducing cold.

When we’re especially lucky, we seem to get both.

It’s been sort of a draw between which of the evils is lesser in this scenario, but due to yesterday’s morning commute, I was able to make a firm decision.

I’ll take the cold, chickadees.

I walked out of my warm, cozy condo and into blowing snow and sidewalks that most certainly had not been shoveled.

There is nothing like a nice hike through the side streets of Chicago to start your morning.

By the time I made it to the bus stop, I saw a bus headed my way, which was basically a godsend, as I had also noticed that earlier that morning the bus tracker was down.

I was not surprised by this.

I hopped on the overcrowded bus and took a painstakingly slow ride down Irving Park, which is apparently a street we are no longer plowing.

In any case, I digress. You can probably tell how this ends, with teens attempting to squeeze by me on the bus (I can’t be squeezed by at this point, you guys, I’m huge), and me basically throwing myself into snow banks and crawling the streets until I finally made it safely to my cubicle.

I proclaim the good news of today to be that it’s 3 degrees, but that the snow has stopped, for the moment.

I’ll take a hat over a hike, I think.

Stay tuned for confirmation of that.

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you’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face

And suddenly, it’s already Wednesday. Time’s moving at a pretty healthy clip lately, towards longer days and less snow (hopefully, although not if you take last night into account).

This was the most perfect year to be gifted new snow boots chickadees, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

The fact that I’ve taken zero spills (knock on wood) this winter is nothing short of a miracle, if you ask me.

Something from a couple of weeks ago that I totally forgot to share, and so will do on a morning when I’m running a bit slow and don’t have words exciting enough to share, anyway.

This little clip is from the Grammy’s a couple weeks ago. My love for Sara Bareilles is deep, but it doesn’t stand a chance when compared to my love for Carole King. Watching these two jam it out together, on pianos, with giant smiles on their faces, was one of my favorite musical things I’ve ever seen.

Now if that’s not something to get you over hump day in a good mood, I don’t know what it is.

We’ve got the weekend in our sights on the other side of this one, chickens, and that’s something worth smiling about.



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third time is a charm.

Morning, chickadees!

And just like that, we’ve made it to Thursday, and weather that feels almost tropical.

A tropical 22 degrees, according to my phone this morning.

Let’s just focus on how beautiful summer’s gonna feel this year.

Last night we spent our third evening with the teens and dogs, eating about one million slices of pizza, talking about very serious teenage topics, such as boyfriends and girlfriends and first kisses, and then, upon all of that Serious Talk making me feel like A&K were too old, I demanded that everyone watch an animated movie with me.

It’s a coping mechanism. Somehow Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs: 2 can trick me into thinking that maybe my teen charges are six and not sixteen. It works for about ten minutes.

They’re pretty much the best for humoring me.

Especially since I took a nap in the middle of the movie. It turns out, with three weeks to go, falling asleep randomly for ten minutes is a pretty much nightly occurrence.

Soon, I’m told, I’ll never sleep again, so I will take this when I can get it, and just be confused when I wake up to bananas with eyes making dolphin sounds walking on two feet.



This character is still confusing to me, on a full night of sleep.

With that, I’m off to another day of getting things done, and then a quiet night devoid of dog spooning and teen wrestling, since the teens’ rightful keepers are headed back to take charge tonight.

I bet it’s one quiet DVR’ed show before I’m missing the ruckus. Enjoy this one, chickens!

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