Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thanksgiving is delicious

 The kids were so good on the drive this morning.  5 hours flew by and made us think we can maybe take a driving trip this summer.  It helped that we had 3 iPads, 2 iPods, 2 Nintendo DS's, and 2 Mac Book Airs.  (And I didn't want a TV in the car because that seemed like too much screen).
 When we got my my grandma's, Dorothy got right to work stacking.

 An update to yesterday's picture.
 Cooper ate a thousand pre-dinner cookies.

 So did Dorothy.
 Beseeching.  Not sure what he wanted.  He looked really red in the face at dinner, and I asked him if he needed to go potty, and he said "Nah.  I'll just poop in my pants."  (We made it to the bathroom in time).
 4 kids is a lot of kids.
 The whole family!!


I posted this in 09 and again last year, but what can I say?  Tradition.

My brothers and me-- I was 7; Ben was 3, and Jon was 2.

Shortly after this picture was taken, I pushed past a houseful of guests to be first in line for the Thanksgiving buffet and heaped my plate high with turkey, chopped liver, stuffing, cranberry orange relish, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole-- you get the idea. I marched into the library where the folding kids' table was set up, delighted that I didn't have to waste time talking to my brothers or any guests, plopped both my plate and my fat little self down on the bench, shot my cuffs, picked up my fork, opened my mouth, and raised a heavy, quivering bite of buttered roll and gravy-drenched meat to my eager lips. And then the table collapsed under the weight of me and my leaning tower of flesh and carbs.

Happy Thanksgiving. May you eat like no one's watching.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014


Ben left at 6:30 this morning for work.  None of the rest of us had anyplace to be ALL DAY.  All day is long.

When Ben got home at 3:30, I was in the basement getting 2 mini-Sprites that I said the boys could split 3 ways and beer for myself because I reached that point in the day when I really needed a beer to maintain a good mood and I figured if it was summer, I would be drinking one at the pool, so screw it.  Than I heard Jack say hi to Ben, and I was embarrassed about the illicit beverages for all, but I brought him a beer, too.  Being greeted by 4 happy kids making turkey hats and wife with a cold beer and a smile is not a bad way to come home from work.  At 3:30-- a minor detail, really.

As soon as we took the dog to the boarder this morning (in our jammies because I realized that I just did not want to also deal with the dog today, and we'll paying for the whole day anyway...), we came home to make sugar cookies.  Harry had an awesome time lightly flouring his surface.
Cooper often begins his mornings at preschool rolling dough, so he got right to work very seriously and bothered no one for like 45 minutes.
Dorothy took the sugar which was supposed to be sprinkled on top of rolled out cookies and flung it by the spoonful everywhere.
Then she climbed on top of the counter because that's where she lives.
These guys can seriously fill some cookie sheets.  Which will come in really handy in a couple weeks when we really make our cookies.

We spent our afternoon making turkey hats.  I totally love them.

 This was the best picture I got of all 4.  OF COURSE IT WAS.
 Hahahahaha.  December 1 is right around the corner.  Ah, movember.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Serial-- you guys-- it lives up to the hype

You guys, the amount of work I got done at work today is truly remarkable.  Also, I think it's why I am so fat.  All the sitting in my chair day in and day out doing tedious things.  GOOD THING I DON'T GO TO THE OFFICE EVERYDAY.  But really, the amount of work I got done is only remarkable because I wanted to be listening to Serial so badly every second of the day.  I only started listening yesterday morning on the elliptical, and before you know it between exercising and driving 15 miles an hour to and from work on the snow and ice and walking to the parking garage with my head down against the wind and shopping at Whole Foods and the conventional store with throngs of others, I have gone through 6/9 episodes.  IT'S SO GOOD.  I am addicted to a good mystery, and this one's the best.  I can't even write about it because I need to go hear it right now.  At hockey practice.  Freezing and trying to look super engaged but my earbuds give me away.

You should really go listen to it.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Monday randoms

So, like I said, my parents were in town to watch the babies so we could have a blissful time in Chicago.  We came home from our trip, and a babysitter came over like 2 hours later (this went over HUGE with the babies, as you might imagine).  We went out to dinner at a cute bar downtown and then saw Wanda Sykes.  We had amazing seats-- 5th row-- close enough to be heckled even-- but we weren't heckled.  I fell asleep mid show, actually-- I was SO TIRED from the weekend.  And my beer wore off.  Moments after my dad took the above picture, a security guard came by and threatened to take away our phones.  So. No more pictures of the evening.

Oh!  I got my first Stitch Fix fi!  Like an idiot, I only took a picture of the box, not the clothes.  Duh.  Next month, I will do better.  I only kept 2/5 things-- a really awesome chunky white cardigan and a super cute striped gray t-shirt that will be perfect for capturing that polished mom vibe I can never quite capture.  I would never pick up either of these things in a store, so I was happy to suddenly find them on my bed.  I sent back some dumpy wine-colored Mavi cords (if I am going to spend a hundred bucks or so on pants, they need to be cuter than that), a weird cowl neck black sweater with these inexplicable front pockets that gave me a FUPA, and a really meh houndstooth blouse that I almost kept because it looked good with the cardi.  But then I found a cuter shirt at Nordstrom Rack and sent the meh one packing.  You can tell the company how much you want to spend (I try to keep it at around $300 for the whole box) and what you like to wear.  You give them all your sizes, and you can link to Pinterest boards that help explain the looks you are going for.  Next month, I asked for trendy jeans and cute tops that can go from mom- to work- to date night (does this even exist?) and a statement necklace.  You can also leave really detailed feedback on each shipment to help refine their searches, and you can schedule your box to come as frequently as you'd like.  Every mom in my hood uses this service.  I was at wine club two months ago, and every single person I complimented told me they got whatever item I liked through Stitch Fix. I went home and signed up that night!  It took awhile for my first fix to come, but now I am all set for every 4 weeks.
 We bought Dorothy a pair of light-up Elsa high heels at the Disney store on Michigan Avenue (so many great stores, and we were at freaking Disney.  SO SAD), and she loves them.  She looks like a little suburban mom herself in this get-up
 Cooper is dying laughing because seconds before I took THIS picture, Dorothy fed Beatrix a spoonful of cereal.
 I did something that most people do all the time: I took my kid with me to the library.  I aways try to go on my own time, but I have been using that time to do work because OH MY GOD FINALS ARE COMING SOON, so I had to bring a toddler.
 She liked the grubby toys and acres of books to unshelf.
 And she was thrilled to find blocks to stack.  Stacking is her favorite.
 Well.  Stacking and dumping.  She made herself right at home.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Conference weekend: the unprofessional parts

Here is Dorothy sleeping on the couch the day we left all 4 kids with my parents and went by ourselves to Chicago for 2 whole nights. It was totally amazing. 

Unfortunately, the picture below is our shitty view from one of our 7th floor hotel room windows. The other window had a sort of lake view which was worse in a way because it made us feel bad about the room we could have had on the 23rd floor. But we didn't have that room because I lost my shit on the exec level elevator crammed with convention goers using it to go to the fucking 5th floor. So we asked for a room we could walk to and spent the whole weekend going up 7 floors by the service stairs. 
Thursday night we went out with our friend Dawn which made us feel about12 years younger because we all used to hang out together in Oxford Ohio. 

I also got to seey fabulous friend Amy who took her general fabulousness to a new level in a full-length mink. So jealous.   Also, she's the funnest. 
OMG American Girl!! I have been getting emails telling me to hurry up and get the girl of the year before she's gone, so I did. But maybe there was not really a rush given the inventory. Oops. 
We were totally tourists. 
And only bought for the kids. Sigh. 
Dinner last night was so much fun. 
And then I found myself eating second dinner at a dive bar at 1:30. Oops?

My high school speech coach!!
Then this morning I put my mom pants back on. Literally. 
Look at all the kid crap. 
Breakfast with Ben's grandma and it's back to the grind. 

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Third grade is real life

It's a sure sign we need to wash Harry's hockey gear when he wears it and the dog cannot stop licking him.

It sometimes freaks me out that he is in third grade.  I mean, you guys, I remember third grade.

I don't remember much about school before that year, only a couple of snap shots.  I remember how it felt to read I See Sam books in kindergarten-- the first word I figured out totally on my own was mouse, and then I could get house, and the whole world just opened right up right there at my desk.  I remember playing around the world with math facts in first grade and distinctly enjoying how it self to kick someone's ass in a competition.  I remember reading Dear Mr. Henshaw out loud to the fourth graders when I was in first grade, too-- I really liked reading to them, but I think they thought I was weird.  In second grade, I read Are You There God, It's Me, Margaret, and I was so engrossed in the book that I did not know the whole class had left the room to go to music.  Oops.

But third grade-- I remember it all.  Mrs. Piper had us keep a tiny notebook with a new vocabulary word everyday, and she would give each kid one M&M when she introduced the new word.  We had to come up with a sentence that used the words, and we would write that sentence in our notebooks.  I wrote "The rock is unique," and she told me you couldn't really call a rock unique, and to this day, I think WTF, lady?  We learned how to write in cursive, and I could NOT figure out how to make a cursive "r."  We were practicing at our desks, and I remember thinking oh god please don;t let her pick me to write the letter on the board, and she did!  She did pick me, and I was super embarrassed because my "r" totally sucked.  I wrote my first report in that class, on orangutans, researched using my family's living-room set of World Book  encyclopedias and illustrated with my Crayola markers.  For my gifted and talented class, I wrote a paper comparing West Side Story to Romeo and Juliet, and I made a killer diorama with a Ken and a gawky off-brand Barbie to represent a scene from Mr. Popper's Penguins.  In Mrs. Piper's class, we played board games during indoor recess, and we memorized Shel Silverstein poetry to recite to the class-- I still know a few by heart 28 years later.  I read 2 books-of-a-lifetime during silent reading time:  Roll of Thunder Hear my Cry and Where the Red Fern Grows, and my best friend from third grade was my matron of honor.

Third grade was real, and I wonder what he is going to remember.