in june 2010, our lives got turned upside down in the best possible way: the birth of our awesome kiddo, john. in october 2013, brother charlie charged into our life to change the status quo again. and june 2016 brought us brother ben to round out our trio.

i'm proud to have "mom" at the top of the list of titles on my resume, but i'm also still a hard-working professional. how does a working mom juggle work and family? ride along with me and see if i can figure it out!

Monday, January 24, 2011

the sock came back

my husband and i are on a gazelle-intense plan to pay off our consumer debt, so we've been pretty tight-fisted lately when it comes to our money. we recently got great news, though, about a huge promotion that my husband just received ... so we decided to take ourselves out to dinner on saturday night. nothing fancy, just a little treat to celebrate!

we packed john up to head to pimanyoli's. we'd never been there, but their barbecue got rave reviews (well-justified, by the way. if you're in baton rouge and want some tasty meat, pay them a visit!)

after a lovely dinner with a very well-behaved baby boy, we hauled our satiated selves back out to the car. a few steps away from our car, there is a baby sock laying in the middle of the parking lot with tire tread marks on it.

"oh, look," i said in a pitying way, "some poor baby is sockless!"

then my husband and i looked at each other. john is a pro sock remover. but surely - SURELY - i would have noticed if he'd shed a sock over an hour ago in the parking lot. right?

but we burrowed under his blanket to find his feet, and lo and behold - a bare right foot!

by now, i was laughing hysterically at the tire-marked sock that belonged not to some poor pitiful wretch but to my son. we picked it up to take it home to wash.

it's not the first time we've re-discovered a sock in a parking lot. on our thanksgiving journey to tennesee, we'd actually pulled out of a gas station parking lot when i noticed john was missing a sock. we circled around and found it just a few feet from the front door - he'd clearly shed it on our way back from a diaper change.

the good news is, apparently john's socks have homing devices in them, never to actually be lost. reminds me of the cat in that old song ... the sock came back, the very next day ...

but that might be the lack of sleep talking. more on that later.

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