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!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

banana naturel

note to self: next time i need a mohawk,
try rubbing banana in my hair. the staying
power and height are remarkable.

this morning, john, his daddy, and i were eating breakfast together. john had nearly finished his banana when i got up to rinse out a glass at the sink. and in the split second that i wasn't actively watching, john decided to give himself a skin and hair treatment using smashed banana. awesomeness, no?

so if you encounter my son today and he's oddly sticky and smells slightly sweet ... or if his crusty mohawk just WON'T flatten out ... rest assured he's advertising his very own line of product:

banana naturel (by john heid)

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

moms say the damnedest things


montage of an adorable morning, enhanced by accidental matchy-matchy-ness of frog and shirt.
 somewhere around middle school, i heard a joke that was so funny to me, i couldn't even tell without bursting into fits of giggles. it went something like this:

what do you do when you're driving
through the desert and the
doorknob falls off
your tornado?

it doesn't matter, there's not enough
pancakes to cover the doghouse anyway!

lest you think i am using this blog as a showcase for my series of cornball jokes (and if you know me, you know they are myriad), i do have a point. how on earth did the 11-year-old girl who couldn't make it past the word "pancakes" without laughing aloud ever become the woman who could say this with a straight face:

john, please don't put your goldfish
in the laundry basket. you can put
them in the bathtub if you must
put them somewhere.

never fear, i've not lost my sense of humor. it's just that something about bringing a child into this world seems to erase the ludicrousness of all things odd. surreal is the new real.

i suppose it is because little ones are just discovering the world, and to them, there's no reason NOT to put a goldfish cracker in the laundry basket. or take the cereal boxes out of the recycling. or move a coke can from the fridge to the stepstool. or give a yogurt puff to the dog.

and i suppose that as a mama, i get so used to those crazy explorations of his world that i sometimes say crazy things and don't notice. like "it's not an uhoh if you let the dog drink your juice." or "do you want to get out of that box and eat some oranges?" or "which bucket do you want mama to put on her head - the yellow one with a four or the blue one with a two? it's a funny hat!"

so here is my pledge: i want to notice these silly things i say more often. i want to laugh even more with my silly little bug. i want to giggle over the pancakes on the doghouse, and watch my son learn to laugh at the more surreal aspects of the world around him. and my reward will be the silly laughs he gives me with light in his sweet blue eyes.

and i can't wait to tell him this one. (you may need to read it aloud if you haven't heard it before):

what do you call a fish with no eyes?

fssssssshhhhhhhh! 

Thursday, August 18, 2011

we're baaaack ...

recently, my imaginary friend cjane kendrick wrote a blog entry that inspired me.

let me back up a half-step to offer some clarity. cjane is not imaginary - she is a very real mommy, concert organizer, and blogger extraordinaire. the imaginary part is our friendship. i've never met her, and she probably doesn't even know i exist. but if i lived in utah, i like to pretend cjane and i would be besties. along with her cool blogging sister nienie. (are you listening, fabulous sisters? if you ever find yourself in baton rouge i will happily treat you to beignets and cafe au lait or whatever local delicacy tickles your fancy.)

do i sound a little like a creeper? read their blogs. you'll be imaginery bffs with them too.

but i digress. cjane's blog was about her son, who is a "little barometer" who informs her through her actions when he needs something - particulary her love and attention. that blog rang so true to me. and i thought how special it was that she was documenting this parenting discovery, and i thought, wow, i wish i documented more of that stuff as john grows up.

and then i thought ... wait a minute, didn't i have a blog once upon a time?

john remembers when mom used to blog and post cute
pics of him every single day. now he has to wave a
brightly colored dinosaur around for mom to pay attention.
ok, not really. but isn't he cute?

but if i am going to blog, i thought, i will have to remind myself to take note of the great stories! which means, i will have to truly be present with him, and attentive to him. which is awesome. "too bad," i thought, "this morning is going so smoothly i won't have a story to tell."

never think that. ever.

because then buddy the dog accidentally tackled john the very small walking peanut and face was introduced to tile quite emphatically. and the poor kiddo didn't even yelp or scream, just sat up, looked at me with a wobbly lip, and started crying ... as blood poured out of his mouth. (sorry for that graphic image. it will never ever leave my head. ever.)

fortunately upon examination and cleanup, it wasn't nearly as bad as it looked. i'm still not sure if he split his lip or bit his tongue. (though as i type that i think, he has no teeth. can you bite your tongue with no teeth? and make it bleed?) but i got him mopped up, got him a bottle of milk (a special treat since he usually only has bottles right when he wakes up or right before bed), and collected myself to get him ready for daycare.

it's amazing how calm i was in the face of my bleeding baby. i got a cool rag to clean him up, i snuggled him and looked in his mouth to see how bad it was, i dosed him with some baby tylenol to help with the pain and any swelling, and packaged him off to school. once he was buckled into his carseat and i sat in the front seat to start the car, though, i noticed my hands were shaking. and i still feel a bit shook up, to be honest.

and john does too, i think. he's not a clingy boy, but at the school he didn't want to let go of me. he wouldn't even go to his teacher, who he loves - just held onto mommy's shoulder.

until the teacher got him some grits. even mommy can't compete with grits.

that's when i knew for sure he'd be fine.