Posts Tagged ‘Daily Life’

  • Makeover

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    Things have changed a lot around these parts in the past 24 hours.

    Josh, my uber-creative husband, customized this Wordpress theme (The Morning After) for me while we were relaxing in bed last night. He still has some tweaking to do, and I have a bit of code to learn, but overall, we’re up and running.

    If you enjoy my musings, why not subscribe to my blog? You can subscribe via RSS or e-mail. Click on the word “subscribe” at the top of the page to learn more about each option.

    Over the next day or so, I should have a dedicated e-mail set up for all things blog related. You’ll be able to find that address on my contact page.

    Also, I’m hoping to update my about page over the next few days. Maybe I’ll even post my own photo.

    So…what do you (yes, YOU!) think of the new layout?

  • Cold

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    Why didn’t anyone tell me that Chicago is COLD? Seriously. What the hell is up with these subzero temperatures and mind-blowingly cold wind chills? Jude and I haven’t left the apartment in four days now, and honestly, it’s wearing on me just a bit.

    This morning we were supposed to go to story time at a semi-local cafe. I was really excited about it because it meant I would be able to get out of the house and do something fun with Jude all with minimal time spent outside (two block walk to the el from our place and then another two blocks from the el to the cafe). Unfortunately, Jude took his morning nap at about 9:15, and story time started at 9:30, so we missed it. There are (at least) two other families with children around Jude’s age in our building, but I’m not quite comfortable enough to go up there without notice and ask if they want to play. Fortunately, we’re having a good day, despite being trapped inside.

    I have to say, in the beginning I was apprehensive about moving to Rogers Park. I had heard a few stories about the quality of the neighborhood, and while most people agreed that RP was in the midst of big improvements, those same people still felt it was a pretty dicey area to be moving to.

    Since moving here at the end of December, I’ve found out that RP has a great parents’ group on Meetup.com. The families that we’ve met have been kind and hospitable. RP is home to quite a number of growing mom and pop shops, including (but not limited to) The Pig Pen, a children’s resale shop. The moms that I’ve met, by in large, have similar interests and similar parenting styles as mine. It’s really wonderful…Next week, I have play dates set up for Tuesday and Thursday next week, and am waiting to hear back from another friend about playing on Friday!

    Take that, Winter!

  • A Less Than Smooth Transition

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    Hello, world. I’m back online. Thank God.

    My family and I made the move from the church rectory to our very own apartment in Rogers Park on Saturday, December 20th. My forward-thinking husband had made arrangements for our internet provider to be at our new place on Monday, December 22 to switch our service over.

    As you can tell, that didn’t quite work out.

    Somehow, the building we live in isn’t set up? wired? for the kind of service we used to have (it was cable internet… nothing fancy), so we ended up having to cancel that service and start fresh with AT&T. Unfortunately, we hit at least three or four roadblocks while trying to get service started with them, and the end result was no internet for 25 days. TWENTY-FIVE DAYS.

    Honestly, I don’t know how I survived.

    But! Now I’m back. I’ll be trying to get caught up on here over the next two weeks, so look for frequent posting. I’m going to hold off on writing Jude’s monthly letter until around the 21st and make it a huge quarter-of-a-year deal and load it down with pictures. So, you can stay tuned for that as well.

    I missed you, internets. It’s nice to be home.

  • Packing

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    Have I ever mentioned how much I hate packing? I have moved five times in the past six years, and honestly, I’m SO OVER IT.

    Since moving to Chicago, we’ve been living in the church’s rectory. We were supposed to stay here until mid-January, but since we’ve already lined up an apartment, and since we obviously don’t have enough to do, we’ve decided to move on Saturday. The 20th. Less than four days from now.

    God help us.

    Our new apartment is in Rogers Park. It’s a 2 bedroom/2 bathroom garden level apartment. The building has been totally rehabbed, and Josh, Jude, and I will be this unit’s first occupants. I’m really excited about the move. I’m excited that we’ll be in our new, permanent dwelling in time for Christmas. Unfortunately, the likelihood of us putting up a tree is slim to none, but at least I’ll be able to put out a few decorations in time for the 25th.

    So, as much as I’d like to say that I’m going to get back to posting daily (or near that), the truth is that the next week or two will probably be subject to sporadic posting as I should be spending all of my free time packing, moving, or unpacking. I do, however, miss writing, so as soon as things get settled, I’m going to get back in the writing saddle.

    … fair warning.

  • Jude ‘n Daizy 4Ever

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    Jude is a dog lover. Whenever we’re out at the park or walking around the neighborhood and he sees a dog, his eyes immediately light up and he says “Bow wow,” over and over again.

    My sister-in-law and her husband have a dog named Daizy. Daizy stayed at my parents-in-law’s house over Thanksgiving, so Jude got some much desired dog time. I was really worried at first because Daizy is still a puppy, and well, she can be a big hyper. I was amazed at how well she settled down and how gentle (or kind of gentle) she was with Jude. Daizy loves giving kisses, and lucky lady that she is, Jude LOVES getting (doggy) kisses, so they got along famously.

    Exhibit A:

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    This scene kept occurring over the two days of our visit. Jude would approach Daizy, lean forward, and wait for Daizy to lick his face. Daizy was happy to oblige. I’m happy that someone’s trigger finger was quick enough to catch this photo op. (Grant? Erin? Which one of you got this shot?)

  • Action Snot

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    Jude loves blowing his nose. He’s not picky. Kleenex, toilet paper, a cloth hanky…anything will do. He’s what we call an equal opportunity nose blower.

    Take this picture, for instance:

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    Here Jude had chosen to use a used dryer sheet as a hanky. I know… he’s a bit different.

    Tanks to Uncle Grant for snapping this great action snot, er, shot!

  • How’ve You Been?

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    Hello, internet. How’ve you been?

    Me? Well, I’ve been sick…sicker than I’ve been in a good long while. I’m not sure if I had the honest-to-goodness flu or if I had some other virus with influenza-like symptoms, but whatever the true diagnosis, I was sick, sick, sick. I was unable to do much more than nurse Jude for a full 48 hours, but since then I’ve been slowly getting better. Jude got sick the same time I did (though he fared far better than I), so, despite having an attentive and helpful husband at home, I wasn’t able to rest much during the height of my illness. Come to think of it, I haven’t been able to rest much at all since I got sick, which was more than a week ago. Perhaps that’s why I’m still feeling fairly crappy.

    Jude’s 18-month birthday has come and gone, and I (due to illness!) never got around to writing his letter for the month. Check back near the 21st of December for a combined 18/19 month letter to Jude.

    In other Jude news, the boy refuses to have a good night of sleep. For more than a week now (yes, I realize it coincides with him getting sick) he has been waking up nearly every hour during the night; sometimes for just a few seconds or minutes and other times for a lot of minutes. I’m sleep deprived, as is Josh, and I’m praying for an end to this madness.

    We spent Thanksgiving at my in-laws. The trip was cut short by a day because both Jude and I were feeling pretty terrible. Thursday was a miserable day for both of us, but Friday was much better. Jude had a great time playing with his Aunt Makenzie, Aunt Erin, and Uncle Grant, and had a great time visiting with his grandma and grandpa. I think the most memorable part of the trip was Jude continually trying to kiss Erin and Grant’s dog, Daizy. Stay tuned for pictures!

    All in all, things are going well. I’m really exhausted and have felt like quitting (quitting what, I don’t know) a lot lately. I’m sure once Jude’s sleep gets back on track and I get some rest, I’ll have a much brighter outlook on life. Until then, say a prayer for me if you’re the praying type, or sacrifice a small animal in the name of my good health if that’s your gig.

  • Addicted

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    I’m addicted to a number of things: chapstick, coffee, The Office… My dependency on the first and third items in that list doesn’t bother me, but I really, really have to figure out a way to (majorly) cut back on my consumption of the second substances.

    I started drinking coffee in high school. During my sophomore year, I spent nearly every evening at a semi-local diner that had at one point in time been called the Pancake House. By the time my friends and I started patronizing the place, it had fallen into new ownership and had been given a new name. Nonetheless, we always referred to it as the Pancake House. Anyway. At that point in my life, I drank my coffee black because I was repeatedly told that only pussies took cream and/or sugar in their cuppas. Whatev.

    During my first two years of college, my addiction grew exponentially. I drank coffee all. the. time. I made midnight runs to Dunkin’ Donuts to satisfy my cravings and sneaked many a cup into the campus library to facilitate my studying. By that time, I had started using cream and sugar in my coffee.

    I kicked my caffeine habit shortly before I transferred out of my first university. I didn’t do it by choice; my body suddenly started rejecting coffee and I ended up sick to my stomach and jittery every time I drank it. So I quit. Cold turkey.

    Over the past few years, I’ve somehow regained a tolerance for that hot, tasty beverage. Up until recently, I indulged in maybe a cup or two a week. Since moving to Chicago, I’ve been consuming two cups a day, on average. It’s crazy. I LOVE the taste of coffee, and sadly, I’ve once again grown dependent on its “upping” property. And while being dependent on any substance is bad, the worst part of falling off the wagon is the actual expense of funding my addiction. I can take the withdrawal headaches, and I can deal with not being able to function properly until after my morning cup, but Christ… I pay $1.98/12oz. at the local coffee shop, and it’s breaking the bank. Something has to give.

    An easy solution would be to give it up. I know I can do it. It’s actually not even that hard. If I could get back to drinking in moderation, I’d save my wallet and body a lot of heartache. Or, perhaps an even easier solution would be to buy a pound of coffee and brew it at home and at least save myself a few bucks. We tried that a few weeks back, but the coffee we got was just terrible. I mean, I still drink it, because that’s what addicts do, but honestly, it sucks.

    So, in the spirit of giving (and of enabling), please send Zummo’s. Preferably Blue Moose. Thanks.

  • Don’t Drink the Water

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    About two weeks ago, I found out that another one of my friends is pregnant. This brings the total number of pregnant friends up to six.

    SIX.

    What the hell is going on? That’s a whole lot of pregnant friends. My two best friends in Chicago are due a month apart. Their bellies are slowly expanding, and that beautiful pregnant glow seems to be increasing by the minute. It’s lovely to watch, and sometimes, when I actually think about it, I miss being pregnant.

    Then reality punches me in the mouth and I realize that I’M SO GLAD IT’S NOT ME.

    I am so happy to be a mom. I love Jude so, so, so much, but I do not want another child. The though of trying to care for two children scares the bejesus out of me. No sir, more kids for me. I am a proud member of the One and Done Club.

    So, from here on out, it’s bottled water only for this gal. From this mama’s point of view, it seems that “pregnant” is indeed contagious

  • Pop

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    Last Friday, my grandfather turned 80 years old. My mother had a dinner for him at her place on Saturday. I was really sorry to miss it.

    Sgt. Anthony Nowakowski serving in the Army Signal repair depot in Berlin's Andrews Barracks in 1954

    This is a picture of my Pop from 1954. At that time, he was serving in the Army Signal Repair Depot in Berlin’s Andrews Barracks.

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    This is a picture of Pop from sometime over the summer. Handsome devil, isn’t he?

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    I had a hard time getting Jude to stay still and look at the camera that day. This is the best shot of him and Pop that I got.

    I miss my grandpa terribly, and I know Josh and Jude do too. Luckily, Pop is quite computer savvy, so in addition to our weekly phone calls, we often chat online at night while I nurse the baby down. Pop is also my most loyal blog-follower.

    So, here’s to you, Pop. Happy 80th birthday…a bit belated. We love you and miss you and hope we can convince you to visit us…soon.

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