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Sweet and Spooky

 

Almost a day late and a dollar short, our Happy Halloween Sugar Cookies are finally done & in the shop.  I do love Halloween so much, and I do love these cookies, too.  So much so that there are none left over for Skylar.  (Sorry honey.  Harper had some, too.)

 

Now, I just have to find a costume for Harper.  I've been looking for a month now, but I cannot decide.  Is it wrong to get the same costume she wore last year in a bigger size?  How many years in a row can she be an Old Navy Cat?  It is just that the other kitty costumes can be a little racy.  I'm not ready for her to prance around in hot pink leopard print...  O.k.  I'll never be ready for that. 

Just in Case

Just in case you were missing Chicago, too.

The World Outside Your Door

Skylar's mom came into town this weekend, and we took a spontaneous jaunt into the city on Saturday.  It was the perfect random spring day in the middle of summer, sunny, breezy, in the 70s.  

We played in Central Park, and then had the best little diner lunch.  God, I love me a good diner.

It was beginning to sink in before Saturday, and our little day trip only confirmed it.  I miss city life.  I miss it like an amputee misses a limb.  I keep taking Harper out on our front stoop to watch the world go by, like we did in Chicago.  In Chicago there were moms and strollers, strangers, neighbors, high school students, and a very oddly large population of bunnies.  

Here, there are trees and quiet, bugs and poison ivy, and families of raccoons and deer who eat thing they shouldn't, for instance, our trash.  It is like summer camp, all the time and you can never ever go home, because it is home.   

Any-who, Harper gave her Grammy the biggest best hug in the history of hugs this morning when she left for Florida.  Grandparents are the best.  Grammy even had the good since to get a swing to hang from a tree.  Now we will have a new activity to keep us busy in the back yard, away from our uneventful stoop.

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}

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?