Jack will be three years old next month.

Mostly, I know that's super amazingly awesome.  He is a wonder these days, full of jokes and new words and demands and hugs and giggles and thoughtfulness.  He's thoughtful, this boy.

In all honesty though, a little piece of me is scared and sad that he's turning three.  It's too fast, world.  You are moving far too fast.  It's flying.

That's it, isn't it?  The flying?  The vertigo of the sands in the hourglass?

Oh, you've gotten so big!  How times flies!  

I can't believe it's [insert month] already!  This year is flying.

We've all heard it. Everyone says it.  And now, I say it, too.

I don't miss the acid reflux.  Or the blow outs.  Or the sleep deprivation.  Or the cost of formula and diapers for a little, wordless tyrant of our hearts who consumed those things like a boss.

Maybe I do, a little.

When I think about this age, I will remember the day that we went to the Central Market playground and had a smoothie.  It was hot, and Jack didn't feel good.  We went to the pediatrician and he clearly felt better.  I decided against going home because there was time to play.  Despite the gajillion things I *needed* to do at home, I *decided* not to let the day fly by.  Nope.  Not when there was time to play.

I hope you have time to play today.

Talk soon,
Heather

dear joe

Dear Coffee:

I broke up with you ten days ago.  I needed a clean break.  Sure, it hurt.  And I still get a twinge sometimes, of missing you.

I relied on you too much.  And without you, I am free to be me. 

Sleep is better.  I have more energy in the morning.  I drink more water.  I also drink tea.  

Tea is delicious.  Did you know?

When you were good to me, we were a match made in heaven.  When you were bad to me, it was jittery heartburn and not nice at all.

I said I would never break up with you.  And when I said it, I meant it.  But, you know, people change.  They grow.  

If you want to know if I'm seeing someone else now, I guess I am.  His name is Earl Grey.  But you know what?  He lets me be who I am.  And we're not exclusive.  I am not looking to get serious anytime soon.

I know you'll find someone else.  Take care.

Heather

Earl Grey and I, having a lovely time

Note:  I did stop drinking coffee ten days ago.  I'm still shocked by it, myself.  But it is really nice. FYI.

sure shot

As a ginormous Beastie Boys fan and, well, a mom, this has to be shared.  Right away.


Sesame Street vs Beastie Boys - Sure Shot mashup (whole song) from Chester Fielder on Vimeo.

That's all.

Hope you're that kid in the corner today.

Talk soon,
Heather

mimjas and windows 8

We've already discussed that Jack believes his parents' occupations are mimja and lawyer.  And Durel and I are good with that.

As it turns out, mimjas have really cool offices that look a lot like Microsoft stores.

See?

Also, when you visit this astounding place, you can "play art" (Jack's favorite pastime) on the computer.

You can also show the world that Windows 8 is pretty intuitive, actually.  And you can get *that song* stuck in Momma's head for the rest of the day.

It's good to have Windows 8.  And tats.  And crazy hair.  And a mimja for a Daddy.  Heck, it's good to be Jack.

Hope it's good to be you today.

Talk soon,
Heather

the basics

I've read a lot lately about how we're all overextended.  

We check Facebook too much.  We read too many blogs.  We check email too much.

I'm certainly guilty of that.  (Ask Durel.  No, don't.  Just take my word for it.)

The articles all basically say the same things:

• Stop social media'ing yourself to death.  (Sigh.  I can't quit Instagram.  But does that mean I have to quit Twitter?  I am all bunched up about this one.)
• Breathe more. (Trying.)
• Sleep more.  (OK.)
• Read more.  (And not Us Weekly, I presume.  I'll get on it.)
• Eat well.  (Working on it, but we eat pretty well.)
• Exercise. (On it.)
• Be with the people that you love.  (Like, actually with them.  Not checking Facebook on your phone while you're sitting next to them.)  (Ooh, yup.  OK.)

Burn, huh?  It's true because it's true.

So then, Jack and I went out to lunch.  And I paid attention.  And do you know what I learned?

The kid loves bread, man.

Oh, and he's really fun to have lunch with.  That's not news, but it's always fun to contemplate.

Hope you learn something by being present today.

Talk soon,

Heather