Chicago: February

By on Feb 25, 2015 in Chicago | 0 comments

February in Chicago. The only saving grace is that it’s only 28 days long. Although the those 28 days feel like an eternity. It’s snowing. Again. It’s gray. Again. February is like the red headed step child of the year. Every year I know this. Every year I’m looking forward to March. Not for any good reason since March is never that much better. But at least we have March Madness to look forward to. Plus spring break and trip somewhere warm greats us at the end of the month. But February. Really no redeeming qualities. Valentine’s Day? Eh. But we are Chicagoans. We have chosen to live in this great city. We are tough. We endure. I ran outside today. And it was gray. And snowing. And icy. And windy. But it is what it is. Anyone can run in San Diego. Go to the lakefront for a run (or bundle up for a long walk), leave the headphones at home and enjoy the quiet and serenity of a virtually empty lakefront. It’s beautiful. And eventually summer comes. Street fairs, beaches, long walks and ice cream. Late summer nights with beers in the backyard and the kids running circles around us. The guy next door throwing his birthday bash, live band and all. Baseball. Baseball. Baseball. Live music in the square on Thursdays. Outdoor dining for every meal. The best. And so we have to live through February. We have to. Because we choose to live here. Because summer eventually happens. And because in its own way, February is beautiful. If you don’t believe me watch this video:…to be fair, this was shot in January. But still. The point...

It’s Not All Sunshine and Unicorns Farting Rainbows

By on Feb 18, 2015 in Chicago, General Family, Life With Three, Parenting | 0 comments

My old neighbor came by for a visit yesterday. We were talking about how social media frequently gives the perception of perfection, making those of us that aren’t perfect, question our choices and decisions. The point is not whether or not we should feel this way, but the fact that we do. The fact that people do tend to post the best of their lives and not the nitty gritty, shitty and frustrating times. She mentioned she liked this site because we are fairly honest and so here you go my friend, this post is just for you. Lucy has swimming lessons on Tuesdays at 4pm. Usually Rocky is still napping and thus I take her while my Dad or stepmom stays with the little two. Yesterday he didn’t nap, and I wanted to get him out of the house and so I thought it would be fun if he went with to watch Lucy swim. Which it was…for the most part. Let’s not talk about how his marker got away from him on the bench at the pool and now there is a nice green stripe along the bench…shhhhhhh. Then it was time for Lucy to finish up, where she takes a shower in the locker room. She’s also freezing after swimming and takes forever to warm up. Fine fine. She’s in the warm water, warming up. Rocky meanwhile isn’t being too bad (it’s amazing how my definition of “not too bad” has changed since that kid came around) but he’s taking off his boots and his socks, leaving them various places around the locker room, he’s pushing buttons on the scale to change it around, etc etc. So I get Lucy’s hair washed, but she won’t rinse it. Thus the conversations goes: ¬†Lucy, please rinse your hair. I am. Lucy put your head under the water. IT IS UNDER THE WATER. Honey, not one hair on your head is in the water. YES IT IS. If you don’t put your head under the water, I’m going to have to help you. THAT’S NOT NICE. I AM RINSING MY HAIR. Ok, now I have to help you. So here I am looking over my shoulder at the 2.5 year old running laps, and the woman who has no kids “because she’s a street photographer and couldn’t imagine having to deal with them” is sssshhing him (really, if all the noise in the locker room is annoying, then don’t fucking do your swimming DURING THE SAME TIME AS THE KIDS SWIMMING LESSONS, IT’S ONLY TWO DAYS A WEEK FOR AN HOUR…FIND ANOTHER TIME), and pushing my 5 year old under the water all while she’s screaming, YOU’RE NOT NICE. YOU DON’T DO THAT TO PEOPLE. Which to be fair she’s right, BUT OH MY FUCKING GOD. RINSE. YOUR. HAIR. So we get done with the shower, I blow dry Lucy’s hair. This isn’t going too bad. Then I’m helping her get dressed because she’s still freezing and can’t lift her legs up. But WHATEVER we are doing it. We are walking out the door. Come on Lucy. Come on Rocky. No Rocky you have to keep your gloves on. But I don’t like gloves. I know honey but it’s freezing on so let’s put them on. But I don’t like gloves. I know but it’s cold out. But I don’t like gloves. I KNOW BUT IT’S COLD OUT. Then this woman with the no kids who is a street photographer kind of laughs and says, “And think of it, you have another one at home.” (she knows this because I met her when I was pregnant with Veronica). You know what. Fuck you. Yah I do. But you know what doesn’t help? Pointing out to a clearly frustrated mom basically that kids are difficult and oh my how will you handle it when the third was is around. I mean how about saying, Hey, do you need any help? Or. Hey you are doing a fine job, these days happen. And I know that. And I don’t really give a shit what this woman thinks, but still. She doesn’t have kids and so she’s never been there so I have to give her some slack, but it didn’t annoy me any less. It was a great day really. Kids acted pretty well most of the day. Super fun seeing my friend. Rocky actually started interacting with Veronica instead of just poking her. He was making her laugh out loud. At night the kids were goofy and funny. Veronica went to bed with ease, the elders went to bed with out complaint. But it wasn’t all beautiful. And it isn’t always beautiful. I guess my goal is for it to be mostly fun and beautiful. And that’s the best anyone can ask...