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Chicago Hugs

This weekend our goodbyes began.  We have lived in Chicago 6 weeks shy of two years, and have loved loved loved it.  The people: awesome.  The public transportation: a luxury (by L.A. standards.)  The architecture: oooooo little bits of gorgeous around every corner, from every era.  The art: bad ass.  The trees: so lush.  The city infrastructure: despite the seedy politics, A PUBLIC WATER PARK!  What more could you ask for?    

As much as I have been poo-pooing this whole move, I am starting to see things differently.  We were so lucky to have lived here at all.  And, we will find our way back someday, even if it is just for a visit.     

O.k., besides our dear dear friends here, who are the bestest (you know you are), here are some highlights we will miss terribly:

Frontera Grill

Story time at Lincoln-Belmont Library (that is not on Lincoln or Belmont) 

Fellger Park

Julius Meinl

Wishbone

The Bean

The MCA, free on Tuesdays!

Potbelly's

The Cubs

Oatmeal shakes at Irazu

Goodness, I know I leaving so much off this list, but Harper is up before 7 a.m.  Again.  Ugh.  {wiping sleep from my eyes}

Ice Cream Sandwiches and Bedtime do Not Mix

My brain must be in one of those boxes, tucked away in between things I will wonder why I bothered packing and things I did not realize I can't live without (that will take me months to find.)

Harper is sharp as a tack, thankfully.  It was too hot today to do anything other than shop, so she got her very first Elmo doll.  She loves it so much she squeals, "Elmo-Oh!" every time she sees it.  She is a very good mother to her doll, and has been supplying Elmo-Oh all the goldfish he can eat.  Which is none, because he does not eat food, silly.  A goldfish hangs out, lodged in his mouth, for a few minutes, then Harper eats it.  Repeat.  {Swoon}  She is more and more fun every day.

One of our neighbors had her baby over the weekend, and very soon Harper's BFF will be a big sister.  Sigh, it is getting pretty baby crazy in these parts.  I do keep thinking about how much better this whole parenting thing is now that she is not an itty bitty baby.  Babies are pretty unpredictable, they cry, they can't point to what they want, and they don't sleep so well, you know.  Then, I saw Nicole's baby on Making it Lovely, and all bets are off.  How adorable!!!  Babies are the bomb.  Everything they do is celebrated, and they are so squishy and cute and cuddly.  And you don't find them standing on the dining table when you leave the room for like 2 seconds (Little Miss!)

Let's Hear it for the Boy

Harper, who had been waking up at 5:30 a.m. the last couple of mornings, is now still blissfully sleeping at 7:30.  This must be her present for her BFF, her rock, her snuggle bum... her dada.

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She does love him lots and lots and lots, and I can see why.  Happy Father's Day Skylar!

Summer Times, Happy Times

 

I keep staring to write a post all about how I heard a "E-hum, {SPLAT}, E-hum, {SPLAT}." from the other room, and entered to find Harper surrounded by two milky strawberry filled puddles, about 3 feet in diameter each, of her own vomit.  Then, I learned the hard way that swim diapers are not absorbent when Harper peed on my feet.  (I was wearing flip flops.)  But, I figure the details of theses scatological stories are only delightful in winter time, when the world is cold and sad.  

Instead, lets look at pretty dreamy pictures of this lovely summer world, as brought to you by my new fave blogs:

I wish I could sew well enough to whip up a dress like this one made by Anna Allen, as seen on {frolic!}.  I bet I could make a tent, though...  Someday.

wide open spaces

& a room somewhere

A Sort of Dull Video of a Grand Adventure

 

Harper took her doll for a stroll around the block today.  The world is so big when you are so little, and a block is a very very long way.  She will not remember these city streets that were her first home, but who needs memory when there is youtube?