June 30, 2009
a Cure Is Back!
12:14 am cdt
Nick and Emily will
kick off this year's Cookies 4 a Cure booth at the Grayslake Farmers' Market Wednesday, July 1, from 3:00 to 7:00 p.m.
They started their two-day bake-a-thon yesterday and will work furiously today to get everything ready for their
Nick is concerned that the lousy economy may hurt sales, so dig the change out from under the couch
cushions (thanks for that tip, Kelly!) or check under the seat of your car, and if you're in the neighborhood,
come on out and buy a cookie! You'll be glad you did! (And you'll be back on July 15 and August 12...)
June 7, 2009
Kiss Is Just a Kiss (Or Not!)
11:10 pm cdt
Zacky has really wanted
to go the movie “Up,” and since the weather was chilly and overcast today (what’s new?), we decided this
afternoon was as good a time as any.
Zacky was a real sweetheart, rubbing my arm when he heard me sniffle during the movie and whispering,
“It’s okay, Mom, I think there will be a happy part at the ending.”
He was right, of course, and we all ended up
thoroughly enjoying the movie (though Jim and I agreed that kids’ movies are some of the saddest movies we ever see).
On our way home, the sun broke through the clouds, and the kids began clamoring for a trip to the park. Jim and I
looked at each other, with one of the themes of the movie fresh in our minds—that the ordinary moments are often
the most memorable ones. Why not?
So we made an impromptu
stop. The kids immediately started up a game of tag, but Jim and I—sitting on a nearby park bench—soon noticed
that Zacky’s 5-year-old legs put him at a severe disadvantage.
I nudged Jim. “Go play with them,”
I suggested. “Nick won’t be so cocky if you’re in the game!”
Sure enough, the game grew
considerably livelier—and louder—with Jim in the mix. He ran down Nick, he lifted Zack up to the monkey bars to
get Emily, and he threw up obstacles for Nick and Em that helped even the playing field for Zack. With all the laughter, good-natured
taunts, and squeals, I was itching to get in the game.
So I did.
I waited for Zacky to be “It”
again, and called him over to the park bench where I was soaking up a few precious rays.
he panted, pushing up his damp bangs.
“Touch my arm so I’m It, and then I’ll ask Dad for
a kiss and get him!” I whispered conspiratorially.
Needless-to-say, he loooved that idea! He surreptitiously
brushed my arm, then ran off again.
“Honey, will you give me a kiss?” I immediately called to
Jim, all innocence and sweetness.
Jim, of course, had seen the whole thing (it’s not like I can hide!),
but he gamely played along. He swooped in for a kiss, as I playfully tapped him on the shoulder.
for breath through his peals of laughter, squealed as he jumped up and down, “Dad, you're It! We tricked you!”
An ordinary moment,
but one I will hold in my heart forever.
Welcome to Aimee's Blah, Blah, Blog...
With great trepidation, we introduce the latest feature on askaboutaimee.com:
We acknowledge the pathetically long gaps between new entries to the website, and we appreciate the gentle
prodding from visitors who would like to see more frequent updates about what's keeping us busy.
So, in an attempt to dispel the notion that Aimee lounges at home all day in her World Series Champions gear (okay, that
part is true) with her feet up (never!), eating bon-bons (often) and catching up on the latest trade rumors and
spring-training reports—while Jim is out
saving the world in his S-emblazoned red cape, of course—we
are experimenting with a blog to provide (weekly? biweekly? monthly?) updates on our activities.
However, come Opening Day,
we're not promising anything...
[Note: Aimee is the author of the blog. All first-person accounts are hers
unless otherwise noted. Any pro-Cubs entries are obviously the unauthorized work of Jim and should be reported to the proper