beware the jingly monster

Tuesday, June 25, 2013


Hope you're not scared of anything today.

Talk soon,
Heather

love

Monday, June 24, 2013

From our recent photo shoot, a few that leave me speechless with joy:





Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... 
but how much love we put in that action.
-- Mother Teresa

anatomy of a happy dude

Friday, June 21, 2013

Jack is a pretty happy guy.  

Sure, he has tantrums.  And his tantrums come on fast, hit hard, and end quickly, much like a tropical storm.

But most of the time, he's a chill dude who enjoys life.

And when this is a snapshot of a normal (good) moment on a normal (good) day, how can you blame the guy?


I'm thinking what the equivalent would be for me.  I suppose if I got to hang out with my best friends all day, reading Vogue and Us Weekly, wearing yoga pants and a Wonder Woman t-shirt, wearing a (who?  Sandra Day O'Connor?) mask, and waiting for either my hot lunch and/or naptime, I'd be pretty smiley, myself.

Now that's an image, isn't it?

Hope you can imagine something silly and delightful for yourself today.

Talk soon,
Heather

today

Have I mentioned that I love our new backyard?
Hope you do great things today.

Talk soon,
Heather

what's cool, yo

Friday, June 14, 2013

Before I had Jack, I had no clue how to keep up with other people's children.  As in, how old they were, what that meant they were doing developmentally (Oh, she's 2?  Is she driving yet?), or what toys were cool.

So, courtesy of our lovely friend and photographer, Betsy, here's a little insight into what's cool in Jack's world these days.  (She took some amazing pictures of us recently.  This is a teaser.  Stay tuned.)

This net.  Thanks, Jazmin!

Legos.  Thanks, Uncle Dustin and Aunt Geri!

Sweeping.  I have myself to thank for this little miracle.

Staring into space and odd moments of shyness.
I hope you feel fulfilled by your hobbies today.

Talk soon,
Heather

the thing about Cracker Barrel

Monday, June 10, 2013

In the summer of 2001, Jenny and I drove cross-country.  We took a luxurious three weeks to do it, and along the way, made sure we stopped in:  San Francisco (where we started), Los Angeles, Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, Albuquerque, Austin, New Orleans, Memphis, Nashville, and DC (where we ended).  

Somewhere in Tennessee, we had a realization:  We like Cracker Barrel.

It does not take too many pit stops at terrifyingly dirty and broken down gas station restrooms to see that Cracker Barrel is a shimmering beacon of ladies room loveliness throughout this great land.  

It does not take too many bags of Combos and 20 ounce Diet Cokes, purchased at said gas station after using said restroom to see that Cracker Barrel is a also something of a shimmering (or maybe glistening, but work with me here) beacon on the culinary landscape -- that is, when you are not filming a reality show a la Guy (sunglasses worn backward make me cool, dude) Fieri.

We didn't have time to seek out juke joints and the best ribs off the beaten path in Mississippi.  While our trip was nice and long, we had to get to our next destination, one that was on the map.  And we had to eat.  And we had to go to the bathroom.

We fell into this pattern:  Stop at Cracker Barrel.  Stretch our legs.  Use ladies room.  Discuss whether it was meal time.  If not, get iced tea to go.  Back on the road.  

The other day, we took Jack to Cracker Barrel for the first time (I think.)  We were headed to the beach, so it fit nicely into our "on the road" customer pattern.  I'm not going to lie.  I was excited.  It had been a while.

I steered clear of the country fried steak (sigh) and got a salad.  It was pretty good!  Jack got chicken strips and french fries and broccoli.  Also pretty good!

Jack also got a space shuttle that cost more than this food and mine together.  I did it.  I bought it on my way back from the restroom to make sure we had a peaceful meal and a happy kiddo before getting into the long part of our journey.

I now predict this pattern:  Stop at Cracker Barrel.  Stretch our legs.  Use restroom.  Discuss whether or not we get a new toy.  If not, have meltdown.  Back on the road.

How does Jack feel about this?  Pretty darn good, apparently.


Hope you have a tasty chicken strip today.

Talk soon,
Heather

like a shark that eats Cheetos

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

We went to the beach recently.

Jack loved it beyond words.  He's kind of like a shark.  He never stops moving and never wants to get out of the water.

Food and rest were annoying distractions.  He would obligingly eat the sandwich I had packed for him hastily, keeping his eyes on the water the whole time.  You know, because it might disappear.

Also?  We introduced him to Cheetos.  We don't keep chips or anything like that in the house, but hey man, it was vacation.  He approved.

Epiphany #742 of Parenting:  It really is fun to take your children to the beach.


Sandy bums, Cheeto fingers and all.

Hope someone tells you you're like a shark today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Monday, June 24, 2013

love

From our recent photo shoot, a few that leave me speechless with joy:





Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... 
but how much love we put in that action.
-- Mother Teresa

Friday, June 21, 2013

anatomy of a happy dude

Jack is a pretty happy guy.  

Sure, he has tantrums.  And his tantrums come on fast, hit hard, and end quickly, much like a tropical storm.

But most of the time, he's a chill dude who enjoys life.

And when this is a snapshot of a normal (good) moment on a normal (good) day, how can you blame the guy?


I'm thinking what the equivalent would be for me.  I suppose if I got to hang out with my best friends all day, reading Vogue and Us Weekly, wearing yoga pants and a Wonder Woman t-shirt, wearing a (who?  Sandra Day O'Connor?) mask, and waiting for either my hot lunch and/or naptime, I'd be pretty smiley, myself.

Now that's an image, isn't it?

Hope you can imagine something silly and delightful for yourself today.

Talk soon,
Heather

today

Have I mentioned that I love our new backyard?
Hope you do great things today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Friday, June 14, 2013

what's cool, yo

Before I had Jack, I had no clue how to keep up with other people's children.  As in, how old they were, what that meant they were doing developmentally (Oh, she's 2?  Is she driving yet?), or what toys were cool.

So, courtesy of our lovely friend and photographer, Betsy, here's a little insight into what's cool in Jack's world these days.  (She took some amazing pictures of us recently.  This is a teaser.  Stay tuned.)

This net.  Thanks, Jazmin!

Legos.  Thanks, Uncle Dustin and Aunt Geri!

Sweeping.  I have myself to thank for this little miracle.

Staring into space and odd moments of shyness.
I hope you feel fulfilled by your hobbies today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Monday, June 10, 2013

the thing about Cracker Barrel

In the summer of 2001, Jenny and I drove cross-country.  We took a luxurious three weeks to do it, and along the way, made sure we stopped in:  San Francisco (where we started), Los Angeles, Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, Albuquerque, Austin, New Orleans, Memphis, Nashville, and DC (where we ended).  

Somewhere in Tennessee, we had a realization:  We like Cracker Barrel.

It does not take too many pit stops at terrifyingly dirty and broken down gas station restrooms to see that Cracker Barrel is a shimmering beacon of ladies room loveliness throughout this great land.  

It does not take too many bags of Combos and 20 ounce Diet Cokes, purchased at said gas station after using said restroom to see that Cracker Barrel is a also something of a shimmering (or maybe glistening, but work with me here) beacon on the culinary landscape -- that is, when you are not filming a reality show a la Guy (sunglasses worn backward make me cool, dude) Fieri.

We didn't have time to seek out juke joints and the best ribs off the beaten path in Mississippi.  While our trip was nice and long, we had to get to our next destination, one that was on the map.  And we had to eat.  And we had to go to the bathroom.

We fell into this pattern:  Stop at Cracker Barrel.  Stretch our legs.  Use ladies room.  Discuss whether it was meal time.  If not, get iced tea to go.  Back on the road.  

The other day, we took Jack to Cracker Barrel for the first time (I think.)  We were headed to the beach, so it fit nicely into our "on the road" customer pattern.  I'm not going to lie.  I was excited.  It had been a while.

I steered clear of the country fried steak (sigh) and got a salad.  It was pretty good!  Jack got chicken strips and french fries and broccoli.  Also pretty good!

Jack also got a space shuttle that cost more than this food and mine together.  I did it.  I bought it on my way back from the restroom to make sure we had a peaceful meal and a happy kiddo before getting into the long part of our journey.

I now predict this pattern:  Stop at Cracker Barrel.  Stretch our legs.  Use restroom.  Discuss whether or not we get a new toy.  If not, have meltdown.  Back on the road.

How does Jack feel about this?  Pretty darn good, apparently.


Hope you have a tasty chicken strip today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

like a shark that eats Cheetos

We went to the beach recently.

Jack loved it beyond words.  He's kind of like a shark.  He never stops moving and never wants to get out of the water.

Food and rest were annoying distractions.  He would obligingly eat the sandwich I had packed for him hastily, keeping his eyes on the water the whole time.  You know, because it might disappear.

Also?  We introduced him to Cheetos.  We don't keep chips or anything like that in the house, but hey man, it was vacation.  He approved.

Epiphany #742 of Parenting:  It really is fun to take your children to the beach.


Sandy bums, Cheeto fingers and all.

Hope someone tells you you're like a shark today.

Talk soon,
Heather
 
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