North By Northwest Suburbs

The ladies of Ay, Mama! just celebrated our 3rd anniversary of writing our blog together. I thought as a lark, I would re-run my very first ever blog entry. Who knew what a long and strange journey we were in for together. Friendships have been forged, and we've journeyed  from Lee DeWyze and American Idol coming to my home town to talking about sex as a mommy.

I thank you for such a fun adventure!


I have to quote David Byrne from "Once in a Lifetime" by saying, "Well, how did I get here?" A question my husband Scott and I have pondered frequently since our most recent move.
I have known my husband since college. We spent our 20's living in various apartments throughout the north side of Chicago which ranged from OK, to kinda seedy, to "sucking in ways that don't matter to us" (a huge, cold Greystone with such a crappy kitchen that we outsourced our food preparation-and chose from any style or nationality. It was heaven...and cold).

When we finally moved on up to our de-luxe two bedroom loft in the sky (alas, Pencil Factory, how still I miss thee), we were settled. Great place, good jobs, fantastic friends. UNTIL, when I turned 30, that biological clock finally made it's first, ever-so-faint: 'tick'. After two years of trying on our own with monthly upset, something finally went right, and we had Zoe; the light of our lives. I was fortunate enough to quit my job and raise her in the city, and two years later, I happily got pregnant again.

Now, raising a baby in a loft is no easy feat. We had to be quiet when she went to bed. You could hear everything. I could hear her breathing change from my bedroom and knew she was up and hungry. (Mom Ears) So, with the imminent arrival of our second, we had to do the unthinkable. MOVE. Leave our beloved loft. Our city.

We painfully realized that with a baby you just don't appreciate all that the city has to offer anymore, like bars, concerts, traffic, or, well, almost every event. Our needs had changed. We wanted great local schools, notably cheaper houses, outdoor space, and well, to have Scott's commute be a steady 30 minute ride instead of the 45 minute to 2 hour nightmare that is The Edens/Kennedy.

It was time.

We moved when I was 8 months pregnant. That is how badly we wanted to stay in the city.

Now we have the house, a yard with tire swings, amazing schools, and neighbors who care WAY more for their lawn then I do (hey, at least I'll mow the front lawn to keep up appearances!). Zoe is 7 and Sam is 5 (and yes, we are SO done). My husband and I, after 19 years together, still really adore each other- and we're in the middle of a DIY kitchen renovation, so I don't say that lightly.

Suddenly, this Cubs fan, Social Club football playing, Bears season ticket holding, bike riding, Indie Rocking 40-year-old is now a fully entrenched, NW suburban Mom. I have become an avid gardener, a Book Clubber, Bunco player, and even a member of not one, but two PTAs.

Seriously, how did I get here?

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