Octomom costume

I don't know this person, but I love it.

Snap n Go that went?!!! oh, snap!

Of course our trip was not devoid of mishaps as Justin spent some time locked out, lost and sweaty.... but the craziest event happened on our last morning on the island. Long story even longer, we borrowed a bunch of baby gear from our BIF (best island friend), Becki. She was swinging by our place on her way to work to pick it up, and Justin loaded it into this (pictured) travel stroller base and took it down the elevator. Being that it was only 6.30 in the morning, he figured it was safe to leave the empty thing at the elevator while he ran across the street to Starbucks. We even had this convo as he left... "go grab coffee after" said I... "what do I do with this?" said he... "oh, gosh, there are so many crack heads wandering around with shopping carts, no one will even notice if you walk across the street with that thing" I jested.... "but I'm sure it will be fine at the elevator"...

Who showed up with Starbucks (a whole 'nuther blog topic, why don't they make the Thai espresso here 'mainland'?? it is SO good coupled with another island specialty, the 'oatcake' at Starbs) and no Snap-n-go? That's right!! It was stolen in the 2 minutes that he ran across the street!

We were flustered and furious.... alas, we put (uber effective, as witnessed in the Candy Caper) Heit Detective Agency, Jadyn, P.I. on the case. I remembered the parking lot attendant and told Justin to call the guy when he got in...sure enough, J&J got the guy to utilize all of his fancy surveliance equipment and rewound to 6.30ish... when ..NABBED!! Clear as can be, the video showed two OLD LADIES come out of the elevator and steal the stroller, and GET BACK IN THE ELEVATOR AND GO to WORK!! they worked at the condo complex!! BUSTED! Stupid!! The manager got involved and the Bee$%@@ches told him they "thought it was abandoned".. ya right. They were too embarassed to show their faces and deliever it back to us, so they sent some lackie of theirs to do the dirty work and we got it back... an hour before we headed to the airport. Where's the ALOHA spirit??? Jeez!!

Follow up on the candy caper...

So, I did my due diligence and called Reeses. I figured we had gone this far, why drop the ball? It may have been a bad batch, after all. After getting through the extensive automated menu, (no, I do not want to plan an event at the Hershey's factory...nor do I want the nutritional information... unless it involves a sting operation of the people responsible for tampering with these damned peanut butter cups)I got a nice operator on the line. I proceeded to describe the situation, the smell and effect that the candy had.. blah blah.. she explains it so matter-of-factly, that the chocolate is very sensitive, and must have been SHELVED NEXT TO THE MEDICINE AND THE SMELL SEEPED IN ?????

"Well, how likely is that?", I ask. I mean, I've seen some bad merchandising at WalMart and stuff, but medicine with the candy? "Ok, well, let's have the batch number on the candy," she says...so I give her the codes and she says, "This just seems like it must be stale."

Ok, we're getting nowhere.. obviously, it doesn't enter this gal's mind to worry about other kids who might have eaten this candy or the fact that someone needs to get it back to Hersheys that the wrappers are extremely un-tamper-proof..but whatever... long story short, Heits are getting some coupons and free Reeses stuff. I'll be sure to taste test all of it, naturally.

Urban Legend come to life...

(the evidence...sealed, naturally, in a zip-lock...just waiting to submit for genetic (?) testing)

Yes, we had some tampered candy this halloween.. seriously! No razor blades, and it wasn't a random apple from a witch-like old lady neighbor..... but, it was the kind that are not really sealed, you know? like the four corners of the wrapper are just folded and lightly glued, so some creep's mischievous poison can be easily inserted?? Anyway, luckily it was Justin who took the bite that tasted like medicine and made his tounge numb... cherry Nyquil, he says... and it smelled of the same. Super wierd! We went through and found several of the same smelling PB cups, and I called the poison control upon waking up the following morning... (he spit it out, so I figured the chances of him dying were pretty slim... and I can vouch for the fact that the Kit Kats, Snickers, and M&Ms were tamper free.. I went ahead and tested a bunch of them)

Poison Control told me to call the police.. so this house had a lot of action going on for Miss Nancy Drew (Jadyn) before she even left for school. Well, old Mr Fat Albert Sherriff of San Marcos came over, did not feel the "taking shoes off in the house" thing applied to him, and told us that there was nothing he could do. He smelled the evidence and said, "ya, it show does smell fonky"... yes, that's what we're worried about... we don't want some unsuspecting child to eat one and have some adverse reaction... what can we do?? that's why we called you, the "local authority".. our "tax dollars at work" and there's NOTHING you can do?

That's right boys and girls... he left (I think he wanted to eat the candy, actually) and told me to call Reeses. I have yet to speak to a real person, but Jadyn and I are on the case. Stay tuned.

State of Emergency

This month has been too full of emergencies already. Baby Cam and his fever episode taking us to Children's ER in the middle of the night last week, and the "Firestorm 07" this week...making us Heits the refugees, fleeing to the beach.. only to be reevacuated and now back home with the smoke looking like fog surrounding Silverado street. We are all sitting here just waiting to see if the fire is going to hop over to a danger zone again, with the cars full of pictures and god knows what... every trip back into the house was grabbing one more pair of pants or random baby item... we came to the realization that there isn't much "stuff" in our lives that we can't buy again at Target...even going around taking fotos for insurance.. what? replace our ikea furniture, piles of magazines and garage sale lamps? Sure makes shoes and clothes seem trivial. Never has it hit home more that the most important things is that at least we're all healthy and together...sounds cliche, but... Pray for rain.. or at least for this wind to stop... in the mean time, I'll bake?

Deep Thoughts

I'm finally, as we enter week four post partum (ew, wierd word), feeling like I can see a glimpse of "old me" coming back.. and that this whole new world is becoming more of a semi-routine. I really didn't think it would. I thought I was going to have to get used to being the woman who can't carry a conversation, who sleeps for 2 hours, cries at the drop of a hat, can't get dinner on the table, and lives in knit waist band pants. We took the Bob out today and hit the hills of San Elijo, dropped Jadyn off at school and had a good day cruising and doing "normal" stuff. I see the light. Up until today, I didn't understand how people have more than one kid.... but I guess that's the beauty of life. We forget about how hard stages are as soon as they're done. The rewards outweigh the trials everytime... but I still love knit waist pants.

Oprah finds a way...

she's still touching me... even though I like to talk schmack on her. ok, we like her better because she's kind of fat again.. I'm real surprised she had BOB (her trainer) on this season, since she's CLEARLY not taking his advice.. but what is UP with this hair???

Back to the "touching me" ..she had Jenny McCarthy on talking about her son and Autism.. I guess you have to watch the clip to see her hair.. but more to the point... I feel like I want to reach through the tivo and hug Jenny McCarthy. After spending today worried sick that little C has a heart murmor.. and seeing so many families at the Children's Hospital with little ones attached to IVs, bald from chemotherapy, or suffering worse ailments, we are counting our lucky stars that we are all going to be all right... today. But the worry never stops. And I realize we just have to follow our hearts and listen to our intuition and just take every doctor/ friend/ book's opinion, but decide what is right for us on our own... get second, third, opinions and keep on pushing for the best for our children. I see things a little differently than I did three weeks ago.. as far as the gift and miracle that a little baby is. And I could go on and on, but someone needs a diaper change and my friend Jenny is back on with wierd-long-weave-Oprah...

Belly bottoms, SOS

Help from any mom friends out there reading this... B needs some new bottoms.. the rubber-band-button-loop extention method is not really cutting it these days and I'm feeling like I want something a little slimmer to offset the tent style tops I'm loving.. that are by and LARGE dresses... so that I'm not one giant mass of clothing... I mean, don't get me wrong, I love cargo, drawstring, baggier pants, and I'm hoping that day comes soon when I feel like if I wear a slimmer tee shirt people will know I'm pregnant and haven't just been hanging at the college bar drinking too much Coors Light...until then, I'm all about the big shirt dress and slimmer pants.. but the slimmer pants aren't all about me these days.... so shout out if you've got a good tip, lead, favorite shop, or homemade solution.. and p.s. it's been hot here already..so maybe you just want to say it's hopeless.. go out and lay by the pool in the tankini?? any suggestions welcome!

In other random notes, I'm LOLing at Notes From the Underbelly!! I just turned it on and the husband is telling his wife she's cutting off the circulation to the baby by squeezing into her non-maternity jeans... NICE..notes on the lame husband comments later.. I might need a new blog for that. Or another sober spy weekend.. more to come

BFF, age 6

Another lesson taught by toddler-to-adult: Friendships are formed with the heart. Anyone who knows these little ladies watched it with their own eyes. They formed a friendship when they barely had vocabularies, at age 3. And it wasn't the type of thing where they were in preschool together, or that their parents were all friends and forced them to be in the same place at the same time.. nope. They met by chance and ever since that day, have proved to us all that children make up their own minds... about everything. They are their own little personalities, and true friendships are forever. Watching Jbird and Emma, or even just listening to one of them speak of the other, it is like grown women... you know, your true friends. The ones you could not see for a year , and jump back into the same conversation you left off last time you saw or spoke to one another. Soul sisters, is how I refer to mine.

While with a group of "mom" buds yesterday we all expressed how we want that same type of friendship for our little girls... the kind of thing that they'll remember their silly swim cap they had to wear at age 6, or their soccer birthday (she'd better remember these birthday parties) when they're in highschool or college, or mommies (or stepmommies) themselves. I am sure everyone just wants the best for their children, whatever that means to them. And as I'm learning, sometimes it's frustrating to watch them learn on their own and figure things out on their own timeline.. one more way in which I'm hearing my own mom in the back of my head "you'll see when you're the mom..."

Because sometimes we all need to vent....

True Mom Confessions Live

I just "can't live without.."?????

Sooo.. I'm trying to be less crazy about checking the baby websites with every little twinge, craving, or just to check on what is going on developmentally on day 141 (or whatever it is) but I really do like the Babycenter.com updates.. the "fruit of the week" (they compare the growing baby to a different legume or fruit size each week) keeps me smiling and it seems full of good information, but in a concise and not-scary way... until now.. I received an update this morning of "Readers' Choice: 7 Pregnancy Products You Can't Live Without."

The list includes morning sickness soothers, cocoa butter lotion, and other things that are probably useful and wise.. like a fetal doppler (I've been wanting to check in on the little thing all the time up until I started feeling it more frequently) ... but numero 7 takes the cake.... I allegedly can't LIVE with out:

7. Overalls!!!!!!!

OMG. My least favorite article of clothing. I personally believe there couldn't be one item of clothing LESS flattering, especially when as a preggo, we are already feeling a little strange about the new, more "full figured" body image... right?? ha. I just had to L.O.L. Evidently, I am alone in this conclusion... but I still think that overalls should not be produced over a size 2T.

here's what the BabyCenter consensus says:

"Overalls are the best invention ever made. I like the plus-size ones (as opposed to maternity overalls) the best because you don't have to pay so much for them. They're really a lifesaver when you have to pee a lot." — tweetie0913"I could not have survived without my bibbed overall jeans. They are so comfortable, especially when you don't want anything touching your stomach." — Beth"Overalls! I got two pairs at Target. Even though I'm only nine weeks pregnant, my jeans don't fit anymore. But the overalls are great — comfy and durable. I love them!" — Wendi"My maternity overalls. In my first pregnancy I had overall shorts. Now that I just began my second, I will use the jean overalls, but I must have them." — Tracy

***Wow***

All bottled up...

..and finally a place to blog about it. Ha. I've been threatening the blog for a while, and voila, here it is.. fine tales of the Heits and our adventures in (and out of) normalcy for friends and family to read, laugh at, comment on and join in.