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five good things: here i am! edition

Okay guys, I know, I know, I know.

It’s so hard for me to be consistent because life is just not consistent around here, but I miss this little corner of the world, and if you’ve given up all hope on me, I forgive you and will just treat this as my diary going forward.

I’ll assume you’ve moved on, and I’m cool with it.

Spoiler alert though: I have not moved on, I am right here, and I have finally stopped spinning.

For a minute.

So here are five good things I’d like to share, in an attempt to get back into it.

  1. In the past month, I have been in Florida, Washington, D.C., Texas, Connecticut, New Jersey, and probably a couple other places that I’m forgetting. Some of it has been fun (i.e. pizza with my entire family, getting to spend some time with my grandparents, going to the beach) and some of it has been boring (for instance, touring the 87th hotel guest room and not really knowing what to say about it except, Nice!), but the good news is, until October, I am only going to be here. Here’s to an easy routine, lots of Boo and JW time, and a break from the airport.
  2. Last week I was in CT with JW and Boo watching one of my oldest and best friends get married. There are certain points at which you look at your life so far and think, man, how did I get so lucky? and this was one of them. Here’s to the friends who were 12 with you and still manage to really get you, chickens.


  3. I also got to spend some time in NYC this past week, and enjoyed traipsing around with my buddy KC, sitting on rooftops, eating pizza,stealing cutlery, and seeing the sights with a pal. Also visiting two of my favorite little (not so little- 14 is apparently the age of overtaking me in height) guys from NJ and being expressly taught the importance of watching Pretty Little Liars as fast as possible. I’m working on it, I promise.
  4. Also during my trip to CT: Ky and I took Boo to the ocean, and begrudgingly, he let us take him in. It was at that point that he started cackling, shoveling his little paws into the water, and licking them, because he’s never been in salt water before. No matter what shenanigans he pulls in the next 18-25 years, that memory will make me laugh until the end of time.


  5. We’ve got a long weekend coming up here in my very own city, which means getting organized, reading all my library books (I just finished Me Before You and cried on the plane, and now I’m into In the Woodsand my list is still a mile long), getting outside, eating at ridiculous festivals, and going to BBQs. I can’t think of a better way to prep for the next season we’ve got coming up.

And with that, chickadees, I’m back. I mean, I think I’m back. I promise to work on being back. It’s better than nothing, right?

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it!

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rapid fire

A couple quick things on this morning, since Boo is desperate to be on my lap reconfiguring my computer:

1. Yesterday Theo and I spent the morning together, since he had a checkup (that lasted all of ten minutes- star patient, over here). This interruption in routine caused him to run to the door at 7:30, turning the knob and yelling “Bye bye!” as loud as he could, until finally, I decided we should go for a walk to try and placate him. So I was the only mom taking her baby for a long walk in the 45 degree weather on the first day of June.

He’s a mover and a shaker, chickadees, and as soon as we made it to daycare he took off without a glance in my direction.

I totally get it.

2. I just watched a clip on Sesame Street that featured a Macaroni-saurus that was tamed by a giant meatball. It was followed up by a video featuring the different kinds of macaroni shapes. I feel like as an Italian-American I should be slightly offended, but instead, I loved every second of it.

3. It’s supposed to be over 60 degrees at some point today- c’mon summer, I know you’re in there somewhere.

And now it’s off to make the commute, and try and find a parking space among the dreaded Street Parking restrictions. Pray for me, chickens, that I don’t back into too many cars out of frustration (and mediocre driving skills, of course).

Enjoy it!

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cutting right through it.

Listen, Linda (if you don’t know about Listen Linda, please click here).

It was a lovely weekend even though it rained because the Hawks won (Yesssss!!!) and Theo did downward dog and we got to hang out with our family and I played in a soccer game.

And then JW told me that Beau Biden died and I got really sad, because it is really sad, and he was 46 and had babies (listen, Linda, all kids are babies, even when they’re teenagers), and man, hasn’t Joe Biden had enough sadness, no matter what you might think of him (for the record, I think anyone who can smile that wide is awesome).

I clicked around Twitter for awhile, trying to find something that made sense about all of it, but of course it doesn’t make sense and so I found nothing. Except this article, which is about what Joe Biden has to say about grief.

And you guys, he’s totally right. In this insane world where it’s considered noble to be so busy you can’t think straight and you’re judged as admirable if you put your job before everything else, it’s important to remember that it’s all pretty much bullshit to really believe that, I think.

You don’t have to agree with me. But when you read that article and you think about what’s fleeting (which is everything, guys) and you think about what’s important, I dare you to come to any other conclusion.

This man, who’s lost a son, a daughter, and a wife, he gets it.

The fact that he can smile at all is really a miracle in and of itself, if you ask me.

So this week, before I head into the belly of the beast, I’m focused on what’s important and how watching Boo laugh his tiny head off is better than anything that’s happened at work, ever.

Enjoy this one, chickadees, I know I will.

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five good things: it’s the anticipation edition

Morning, chickens.

And let us all breathe a big sigh of relief because we have successfully made it to Friday, (mostly) in one piece.

That’s definitely something.

And because I don’t know about you but for me this was a really long, sort of tough one to get through, I could probably use a few good things, and there are plenty to go around, let me tell you that.

Here goes:

1. Since it’s about to be double conference day around here, I’ve been dedicated (ahem, obsessed) with my FitBit. My RA is touch and go, but something I can almost always do is put one foot in front of the other, and so it’s been my goal to hit 10,000 steps a day every day between now and the end of my conferences (easy in a giant convention center). Last night I realized I was going to miss the mark, and so instead of flipping to another episode of the Sopranos (yes, I’m pretending it’s 2006 here), I threw my sneakers on and took a quiet, cool walk through my neighborhood in the dark.

It was lovely, and I have another notch in my steps record.

2. I have this entire weekend before I even have to start thinking about the fact that I leave next weekend. This means two free days to get my act together, play with Boo, and hang with JW before wondering what I’ve gotten myself into, again, and whether or not I have the appropriate amount of clothes to get me through my trips without pausing for laundry.

3. Yesterday I wrote my sister that I was having something of an “Alexander” month over here, which is a reference to one of our favorite books, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, and is code for things aren’t going so hot, please tell me a joke. Fast forward to today and because Theo expects several stories before retiring to his crib, I pulled out my own copy of Alexander and made myself feel much better reading about how we’re all vulnerable to occasional string of bad luck.

My mom says some days are like that.

Amen, sister.

I’m just glad I didn’t get gum stuck in my hair.

4. Things Boo does this week that he didn’t last week (also known as: Babies are Crazy): Speak Spanish, Climb backwards down stairs, hug Longfellow Tiger (not just stomp on his face) and turn doorknobs.

I wish my learning aptitude was set at Baby Speed.

5. Today’s a day with almost zero meetings, which means plenty of potential to get.things.done, chat with funny people, walk outside away from my cubicle, and hit an early happy hour with my team in preparation with what I’m sure will be another kick ass conference.

I hope you’ve got as much good spilling into these next few days as I do, chickens! Enjoy this one!

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guest spot

Hey chickadees!

The sun is shining and this week is busy…whew.

I’ve got a guest post spot over on GMS today, so check out my recipe for chicken harissa here (spoiler alert: it’s my favorite meal, ever) and also an adorable picture of Boo, because, why not?

In other very short news: After dropping Boo at daycare today, Alma let me know he spoke his first Spanish word today. It was “hola” and I find that to be awesome.

Toddlers are the best, you guys.

And with that, I’m off to hit the rest of this day.

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admitting to it and getting on the road

Morning, chickadees!

I’m spending the morning holed up in a Starbucks, finishing up some work before heading to Michigan with the boys. I attempted to work from home this morning, but an internet issue + Boo really not understanding why he wasn’t allowed to press all of the buttons on my laptop made it a little trying in the productivity department.

I admire the kid’s desire to get work done, I guess.

Yesterday, due to my over indulgence in the wine department Wednesday night, was the kind of day where I sat quietly in my cube, listened to quiet music, and ate french fries on three separate occasions (oh, how I wish that I was joking, but no, I am deadly serious about it). JW and I went out to dinner with our pal D and his lovely bride-to-be A, and ate approximately one million delicious items from the Bristol, a restaurant that was awesome, except that maybe the mood lighting was so dim that I couldn’t read my menu.

I am old and blind, and unfortunately have fit those descriptors since I was about eight years old.

The fact that they bestowed my third order of fries upon me totally made up for the light situation.

It doesn’t take much these days.

So after a long night of sleep, a hectic early morning, and a productive mid-one, we’re looking forward to packing up and getting out to quieter scenery for the weekend. I hope everyone’s got the same thing planned for themselves–enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it, chickens!


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the road to recovery

Ok chickadees, it’s finally Friday.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Boo’s been sick, and when I picked him up Wednesday, A told me he hadn’t had a great day and wasn’t feeling very well.

We just gave him medicine, she noted, as he came teetering over to me and face planted, drunk-toddling a side effect from the Motrin, apparently.Since I am a responsible mother, I picked him up to comfort him and only snickered for three seconds first.

We discussed his symptoms as a circle of three-year-old swarmed me, trying to hand me various objects of T’s to bring home.

This is his water, one said.

And his pacifier, another said, shoving it at me.

My godson tried to climb into Boo’s car seat with him.

I’m fairly certain that the toddlers think I am their peer and not a mom.

I’m not sure how I feel about that, so please don’t ask me until I’ve had more time to consider it.

I decided that daycare was maybe not the best place to calmly recover from a cold, so Boo spent the day with his Auntie J yesterday, demanding to hold her hand all day and getting all.the.attention.

That’s usually what it takes around here to get back to wellness.

And with that, we’re off to get through one more day and then celebrate the weekend, even if it just means movies on the couch.

Especially if it means movies on the couch.

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it, chickens!

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say, say, say, ain’t it been some kind of day

You guys, it’s weird and spring-like out there, and even though I guess it’s March and that is what it’s supposed to be like, it is making for a very odd week around here. Here my observations on why:

1. I went back to running on Tuesday, after a week off for planes and travel and meetings and Xanax and fries. It was rough, obviously, and for some reason I felt like the only way I could get through it was to listen to Pitbull Pandora, which is something I would never do. I cannot tell you the number of times I heard the word “WORLDWIDE!” shouted into my ears as I struggled to make it three miles on the treadmill. Whatever, I did it, and maybe it was the beat.

2. All of a sudden Theo has started walking. Like, actually walking and not just making a game out of shuffling three feet between JW and me. There is no explanation for this except that babies are strange creatures and one day they are babies and the next they are full grown men and you don’t even see it coming.

3. All of Chicago is a giant mud/trash puddle, and because it’s above freezing, I do not care one bit. I have been walking home the mile from the train at night, without a giant coat, and in the light of the day, and although it feels bizarre, it also feels very, very good, like something great is about to show up. But first, I need to get some rain boots.

4. I was in PowerPoint hell yesterday, which meant it was important for me to have good music. I listened to Blessid Union of Souls all day and pretended that it was was 1999 and I was doing a book report full of sweet clip art and it actually made me feel better.

And with that, I’m off to move through one more day that lands me closer to the weekend. Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it chickadees, and the warm-up weirdness.

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adding to the wheelhouse

It’s a short Tuesday post, chickadees, because Tuesdays move fast around here, but a funny update on my new favorite thing about Boo.

He’s walking (a little), talking (in his own language), and learning to stack cups, but the best new skill in his wheelhouse is surely this new trick:

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It appears that our tiny Boo has figured out how to “dress himself,” even if he’s only gotten to the part where he shoves his head through the armhole of his dad’s shirt and then grunts in a circle once he realizes he can’t get out without assistance.

And that, my friends, is what we call progress around here.

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Been walking my mind to an easy time, my back turned towards the sun

Morning, chickadees!

And despite the fact that it’s the end of February and it’s been super cold and it’s only Tuesday, this is an exceptional day, chickens.

Boo’s a year old today!

This past 365 days have been the hardest, easiest, funniest, scariest, best, best, best days of all my days so far, because of Theo.

It’s astounding how much can change in a year, and in the past twelve months, Boo has gone from a tiny, sleepy little newborn into a stubborn, hilarious, joyful one-year old.

And so in honor of hitting the first year mark, I’ve compiled a list of the 12 things I’ve learned, feel like sharing, or want to make clear about Theo and our family this morning.

1. Being a mom does not mean you’re not a regular lady. I talked about this on my birthday,but it’s still true. I’m a mom, but I’m also still a daughter, sister, cousin, aunt, and friend, and I still like and dislike all the same things. Even when I was tired and Boo was new, I tried to keep track of myself in all the mom-ness. I think one day it will be a good lesson to pass on: don’t lose yourself when you gain your family. Rinse and repeat.

2. Right when you’re completely sure that you are failing at everything and that your baby is more difficult than every other baby who has ever lived, he will smile. And it will make up for every hour of sleep deprivation so far (please note: 12 month old smiles after a night of no sleep might make you want to drop said 12 month old with a relative for six months- this is not the same thing)

3. Watching babies figure things out, like how to lift their heads, use their hands, or grab their feet is one of the best things ever. We take the simple stuff for granted you guys, but this gives you a new appreciation for it.

4. Babies give you permission to be silly, and thank God, because we have all grown far too serious around here. Theo loves nothing more than when you perch an action figure on your head and dance around, and honestly, JW and I think it’s pretty much the best too.

5. When I was growing up and my mother was not doing exactly what I wanted, I would complain. Loudly and a lot. My mother always looked at me and said I’m doing the best I can, and then I would go off and sulk. That line has become my silent mantra this year, and you know what? It’s all we can ask. Thanks, Mom, for that one.

6. My little baby is going to be amazing. Even though he’s only been around 12 months, I can already tell that he’s going to be kind, smart, courageous, and funny. So he’s going to be his Dad, basically. I’ve also noticed his stubborn streak, and my friends, that’s where his mother’s genes come in. Luckily, that’s a game I know. I’m onto you Boo, and no, you can’t swim in the toilet.

7. It is too hard to be stern all the time when babies do hysterical things they shouldn’t do, like look you in the eye and throw bananas over their heads. If you don’t crack a smile at least half the time, you’re doing better than me, so please, teach me your ways.

8. Gross stuff is no longer gross once you have a baby. For the sake of civility, I won’t go into that any further.

9. Don’t worry too much about whether or not you know what you’re doing. You probably don’t, but you also totally have this, you guys. All babies need is someone to love them, feed them, and keep them from launching off of high places (and you know, everything’s flexible). I have read zero books and have learned to just relax and go with it. My method is pretty much survival, and also, having some fun.

10. You don’t have to ditch all your friends if they don’t have kids. When I spent some time in online mom groups, I found that lots of women said they lost their friends because their priorities had shifted. I don’t have many friends with kids, and you know what? It’s awesome. They dote on Theo, they don’t know if what I’m doing is legitimate or not, they bring me wine and hang out in my condo, and they have none of their own kids to compare my little guy to. Also, when they do have kids, they will totally think I am wise even though I am not even a little.

11. Having a baby, if you have the right kind of partner, will make you love them even more. I know so many things about JW now that I didn’t before. For example, who knew my husband could do voices in children’s books so well (please, ask him about his “Beige crayon” impression) or that he was creative enough to come up with monikers for Boo such as “Mr. Wigglesworth.”  There’s no one I’d rather be with when we both realize we forgot to strap Theo into his carseat.

12. Theo is the best, you guys. He’s taught me pretty much everything I know about everything, and I don’t even remember what my life looks like without him. Babies make you feel all the feelings, and I can’t wait to see what comes up in the next 12 months with this little guy.

Happy birthday, Boo. Thanks for making our lives so much sweeter.



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