john's mom works

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)

 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 so...

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...