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Ashlee is Mama of one darling boy. A 28 week early bird, now 1 and some change, doing beautifully. She lives near Chicago with her sweetheart husband and French Bulldog. She's a thinker not afraid to get her silly on. Babywearer, veggie queen, photography nut. Before the domestic days Ashlee was pursuing a future in developmental psychology but has happily shifted gears in favor of staying at home and couldn't imagine doing anything else. In her free time (ha!) you can find her whipping up babyslings, holding down the fort at Mama Speaks and spotlighting as an Itsy Bitsy Yoga Instructor.

We Like(ah) The Hives

Once upon a time, Mama and Papa were cool. Going to shows as often as we could get there, rockin and singing and dancing the night away. Even with my baby bump we were sneaking in all the rock n roll we could. Soon baby made 3 and my curfew gladly came with the setting of the sun. Papa has occasionally snuck out to partake in some musical delicacies and about this time last year Xavier accompanied me to the big city to enjoy and evening with Morrissey, but our musical ventures have otherwise been limited to all things iPod and the local Polka troupe at the Harvest Festival.

When we caught wind that one of our favourite live acts was coming to town my dear husband couldn't resist snatching up 4 tickets for the 3 of us. And so we set off on a whirl-wind adventure to see The Hives. It was of course fantastical. I was hyped up for a week before hand, and relished in the fact that we were actually planning on being late for the show. Unfortunately we were a little too late to unload the two extra tickets we had, but it's no sweat.

We arrived with a bit of a wait before the good stuff began and after struggling to get X to keep his headphones on, we bopped around to the filler tunes, ate some ice and tried not to touch anyone. I stared at the back of some guys head as the music began but David and X had pretty decent views. They killed it of course and after a few songs and a nursing session we decide to take off before we turned into pumpkins.

A lovely late night stroll past Wrigley Field, pit stop for some Vegan French toast at one of my favorite dives and a long drive home, baby fast asleep, catching up on some good ol' fashioned radio shows. Never had a better date with my boys.

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