Sleepless in L.A.

Sort of a nod back to this post, but I truly did have problems sleeping while we were there so I figured the title was appropriate.


After a truly whirlwind weekend, we are back in DFW. And a few days later, I feel like I’m finally starting to recover. Though I felt great at the time, I think the whole weekend took more out of me than I anticipated.

Anyway, I made good on my lofty goal for the weekend, which was to fit in as many meals as possible. We started off with a small (ha! “small”) meal at a nearby sushi restaurant almost the minute we met up with our friends. We made our dinner reservations at a popular restaurant literally while we were eating. We killed some time by frolicking on the beach (the water was freezing, btw) and hanging out at a bar near the Venice Beach pier (the sip I had of the jalapeno maragrita was delicious and they had chocolate chip cookies on the menu!!! I had one!!! and helped finish Luffy’s!!!).

After cleaning up, we walked to the Insta-hip restaurant – The Rose. The food was very delicious (especially the off-menu cacio e pepe!) and I probably ate too much, but that’s what vacation is for right! At the beginning of our 8:45pm reservation, we all had high ambitions for what to do after our meal. However, by the time we wrapped it up (at a reasonable 10pm, I might add), we were all practically falling asleep at the table. We called it a night.


The next day, we visited a little nearby breakfast/lunch spot called the Great White. They had the best chocolate croissants I’ve ever had. They were huge! And filled with nutella! Luffy and I shared one and then I promptly had him go order another so we could “share” it. They were fantastic.

We then went for a little hike in the hills. We meant to hike up to the Hollywood sign, but after discovering some closed trails and inadvertently taking the longer route, we had to turn back far short of our intended destination. I definitely cried uncle first (pregnant!), but we still had another 3 miles to hike at the spot we turned around at (just to get there, mind you, definitely not round trip) so I think we were all ready for some shade and food.

Speaking of food, our next stop was the ever-tasty Din Tai Fung. I had plenty of soup dumplings and sesame noodles and green beans. After a short walk around the shopping center, we stopped for gelato and headed back to our AirBNB for an afternoon nap.

The last dinner on the agenda was, gloriously, at Sugarfish. I have loved Sugarfish ever since we were introduced to it by our LA friends. The sushi is just incredible and I was beyond excited that the group unanimously agreed to have dinner there. (It almost got derailed since we were meeting up with more friends and the wife is pregnant and she’s much more conservative about following rules. Thankfully she ordered room service at their hotel before coming out. Then probably judged the hell out of me for getting raw – GASP! – sushi but idgaf. It was amazing.) Since the restaurant doesn’t take reservations, or even call a-heads, we killed time by walking around Santa Monica. After an incredible meal, we pretended to be in college again and visited several bars, including a rooftop bar that was a lot of fun. Or, you know, as fun as being the sober one at the rooftop bar can be.


Sunday dawned overcast. Luffy and I ventured back to Great White for breakfast again, before walking to the Venice Beach pier. Once we met back up with our friends, we accompanied them to breakfast and then just strolled the boardwalk until it was time to go pack and head to the airport.

Luffy and I caught our noon flight back to DFW and were reunited with a very cranky dumpling, poor little guy. And that was our trip! Tiring but full of food and fun and friends. Definitely a great little babymoon, if you want to call it that.

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Beach Life

We’re back! We had a wonderful time, just no one ask Luffy about it. The A/C in our car went out about two hours into his 12 hour drive home and he’s, understandably, not ok with it yet. I felt so bad for him having to make that hot drive alone, but also grateful that it happened after the dumpling and I were dropped off.

But our vacation! We had a fantastic time with the dumpling and our neighbors. I won’t regale you with a day-by-day synopsis of what went on, but I do have to include a few of my favorite anecdotes:


First up – the travel! The dumpling did great on both flights. He had a bit of a meltdown at the tail end of the flight going there. For landing, I gave him the option of sitting in his seat (buckled) or sitting in my lap. (At takeoff, he’d been very nervous and sat in my lap). He did not want to be buckled, so he defaulted to my lap, but he was very upset with me when I wouldn’t let him kick the seat in front of us. A bit of a mini wrestling match ensued, but all was fine in the end. We de-planed and took off to find dada.

The hour and a half turned two hour (thanks traffic!) drive to Gulf Shores went okay-ish. After thirty minutes of being at a literal standstill, the dumpling started to get feisty, though I managed to distract him with some of those water coloring books. Those lasted another half hour or so until hunger, I think, caught up with him. He’d had a light lunch at 11 and I fed us a protein heavy snack before the flight. He’d snacked on craisins throughout the flight, but he hadn’t had anything really substantial since breakfast and it was pushing 7pm. Unfortunately, motion sickness was also getting to him, so he didn’t really want to eat. We eventually got to our little rental home and the dumpling was SO excited, especially when we saw the neighbor’s kiddo, Gavin. The dumpling zoomed around the house, checking out rooms and the deck, positively bursting with energy.

On the way back, we had a two and a half hour drive to Gulfport. The dumpling managed to fulfill my wildest dreams by taking a nap in the car at 10am. He slept for an hour and I was so pleased with that because it was the only day that I didn’t have a nap outlined for him. (I consider it my duty as a parent to provide a nap opportunity of his preference at a reasonable napping point during the day. For our travel day there, we left for the airport really early to build a car nap into his schedule. For our days on vacation, I still took him in the car for his nap. This day was the only day that I truly didn’t have any idea what I’d do for his nap since our flight was right at naptime. I just kind of hoped for the best). ANYWAY. The dumpling got an early nap in, which was even better considering our flight was delayed for half an hour. In a stroke of luck, we were flying out of the smallest, nicest airport I’ve ever seen. In the two hours we were there, no other flights landed or took off, so the airport was basically empty. The dumpling had (almost) free reign to run anywhere. It was glorious.


Since we arrived so late our first day, we didn’t attempt to take the dumpling to the beach until the next morning. The dumpling woke up just a touch before 6am and we decided to take a walk down to the beach. Our house was literally a minute’s walk from the beach, so we were in a great location. We walked down and tentatively introduced the dumpling to the ocean and, to our delight, he loved it. He had such a blast that morning walking in the surf and playing chase with the ocean. He came back drenched head-to-toe and we had a very hard time pulling him away. Our mantra for leaving the beach would become “we’re not done playing at the beach” as that was the only way we could get him to come inside with us.

That first full day of vacation was a delight and, honestly, probably my favorite day. We played in the surf for an hour that morning, then came back in for breakfast and a break before heading back out mid-morning. We probably played for another couple of hours before breaking for a very late lunch and nap. We headed down again in the late afternoon before coming in for a home-cooked dinner.


The dumpling had a blast, of course, because our general schedule pretty much went out the window. He stayed up late and ate what he wanted. We indulged every request for goldfish or juice (joke’s on him! his “juice” is extremely watered down Gatorade) and considered french fries and ketchup to be an adequate dinner. He had free reign over our iPad for dinosaur videos, was introduced to Peppa Pig by Gavin’s little sister, and was welcome to watch whatever movie our friends had going on their Apple TV (usually Moana as their little girl loves it).

I do have to chuckle a bit because it became pretty clear that we are raising a little indoor-child. After that first day on the beach, where we spent hours playing, it actually became a little harder to get him to go down. So much so that by the last afternoon, when presented with the option of going down to the beach for the very last time or staying inside – he chose to stay inside.


On July 4th, we had a bit of a snafu. We had been playing at a nearby pool in the morning and set off for the 5-10 minute walk home when it was clear the dumpling was tired. I was carrying him, doing my best to center his weight across my ever-expanding abdomen, when I suddenly realized that he was a little too limp. Oh crap, he’s asleep.

Sure enough, he had fallen asleep on me as I trudged through the hot sand. After an unsuccessful attempt at a transfer to his bed, he was awake and oddly happy about it. Luffy was tired and upset over our blunder; I sent him off to take a nap himself while mentally preparing myself for a hellacious afternoon with a cranky kiddo, but it never happened. I got him a snack and he settled down with Gavin to watch something on the iPad. I was able to make myself lunch and actually sat down at the dining table to eat it, feeling like a queen. The dumpling didn’t even get mad at the commercial breaks on YouTube (which I haaate – you watch a video on the PS4 and there’s one commercial at the beginning – you watch the EXACT SAME VIDEO on the iPad and there’s a commercial every two minutes). Instead, he’d use the commercial break to run and grab a handful of popcorn. It was super cute.

All afternoon, we quietly did our own thing until 3:30 rolled around and I knew it was time to make a decision. He’d slept for 10 minutes that day after getting up at 5:20. If I wanted to give him another opportunity for sleep, it was now or never. Since he’d been so pleasant, I was hesitant to force him into the car for a nap. However, he started to do subtle things that I knew indicated he was tired, so I did end up forcing him into the car. And lo, he was not happy with me. He screamed at me, screamed. After 10 minutes of driving, he was still writhing and screaming as only preschoolers on a mission can do, so I did the only thing I could do – I gave in to his demand to go that way and turned the car around. I apologized for upsetting him and told him we’d go back home. He was asleep within seconds. I actually ended up having a hard time waking him and he slept for a full hour even though I had wanted to keep it around 30 minutes.

We rolled with it though and just reminded ourselves that this way he could stay up for the 9pm fireworks. Which was fun! We busted out glow sticks and the kids had a blast. We ended up being in a prime location. Our house was next to a condo resort that put on a large fireworks display over the water. We could watch the fireworks from our deck, which was the perfect low-pressure way to introduce the dumpling to fireworks. Some people in the area fired some rather large ones off as we were waiting so the dumpling got to see a few one-off ones before the large display. He seemed excited, but I think the build-up got to him and he requested to go inside right before the display began. He and I cuddled on the couch for a minute before I realized we could watch them from the window. I made sure that I was full of ooohs and awes for his benefit and he had a great time watching them. He braved going outside in the middle of the display for a minute before promptly requesting to go back inside for the remainder of the display.


Speaking of sleep, the dumpling did pretty great on that front too. His sleep, as y’all know, is always a wildcard while out of town. Luffy and I envisioned the worst while trying to come up possible sleeping arrangements. One of the rooms had a bunk bed in it and, at first, we thought he might like sleeping in there with Gavin. But it turned out that our neighbors wanted their older son (15yo) to sleep in there. We discovered the bunk bed also had a twin trundle and thought the dumpling could sleep on that. Luffy expressed some concerns (the fact that he’d be basically on the floor of a room where he’d be going to bed the earliest and what would happen if he got up in the middle of the night?) that I initially brushed off before panicking over them at midnight the night before we left (typical Belle move, that one). Then, an epiphany! I realized we could pull the mattress from the twin trundle and put it on the floor of our room, which is exactly what we did. We wedged it between the dresser and our bed, so that he was somewhat closed in. He did fantastically. He did request that Luffy sit with him to fall asleep and he did have a couple of middle-of-the-night wakeups (dada! he’d exclaim before I vaulted out of bed to re-tuck him in). We had one super early 5:20 wake-up (that day, I just took him out on the deck with me to watch the sunrise), but he slept until about 6am most mornings. Our day began with his little head popping up over our bed and tiny little giggles as he crawled in with us. It was precious.


And the food, oh the food. Being pregnant, I’m a bit of a downer on the adult beverage front (though my mouth watered over the bottles of lemon vodka and prosecco in the pantry), but I’m pretty sure I ate more than my share of food. One fantastic upside of renting a house, as opposed to staying in hotels, is the access to a kitchen. Even nicer, a couple of our traveling companions enjoy cooking. Thus, I gorged on homemade spaghetti and breakfast tacos, and waffles, and biscuits, and frito pie, and queso. It was all delicious. Plus, our neighbors had arrived a day earlier and stocked up on snacks like chips and cheez its, cookies and candy. I had a couple of shrimp po’boys for lunch/dinner and one delicious bowl of ice cream the night we visited the resort (food trucks and a foam party which the dumpling thoroughly enjoyed). I’m pretty sure I managed to pack on a couple of extra vacation pounds, just in time for my prenatal check-up this morning, but it was well worth it.


All in all, a great vacation. All three of us were worn out yesterday and spent the day lounging about. The dumpling even took his nap on me, on the couch, much to my pleasure. It was a fantastic week.

Hi. Bye.

This week has been a busy one. Boring, but busy.

However, I had to stop by because – ahem – WE’RE GOING ON VACATION NEXT WEEK!!! Woohooo!!!

We’re taking the dumpling to the beach!

I’m very excited, but I have a million things to pack. Approximately. Lists need checking off. Laundry needs to be done. I have to decide how much of the dumpling’s “necessary” sleeping paraphernalia I’m willing to bring (white noise machine – yay or nay???). I’ve got to pack the car (which Luffy is driving) and a plane bag (because the dumpling and I are flying). I have to pack Jas’ bag since she’s going to stay with grandma for the week. SO MUCH PACKING.

So yes, just stopping by so y’all know we’re good. Little bao is along for the ride and doing well. The dumpling is oblivious to the vacation coming up. Luffy is chill as a cucumber, as always. But me! So busy! Much packing!

See y’all on the tanner side!

Hello Second Trimester!

Nice to finally be in ‘ya.

That’s what he said. Badump-tis!

Ok, ok, enough with the bad jokes; time for a little pregnancy check in.

I am doing just fine – huzzah! Nausea is almost completely gone now except for the random wave here and there. My energy levels are returning. I am clearly showing, though whether others recognize it as a baby-bump and not a food-baby depends on how well they know me. My libido is making a slow return – also huzzah! My boobs though. MY BOOBS. Specifically my nipples. Dang do they hurt. They never hurt this much when I was pregnant with the dumpling, but they are so tender and sensitive this time around that I can hardly stand it sometimes.

We’re getting to the point that it feels like the right time to tell the dumpling (or at least start the conversation). He’s got a couple of books about being a big brother. He likes this one in particular. We have this one too, which I thought would really appeal to him cause DINOSAURS!!!! but it’s written a little above his level. The other book though, I have literally read dozens and dozens of times in the few weeks he’s had it.

I have also officially reached the point where almost every meal I eat tastes like the best.meal.ever. I have a love/hate relationship with this stage of pregnancy because on the one hand everything tastes so delicious. On the other hand, I don’t really want to pack on the extra pounds at this point in time. It’s a constant balancing act. We had Chipotle yesterday, which we honestly probably have about once a week, and it was amazing. I got the craving for homemade spaghetti on Sunday and sent Luffy out for the ingredients. It was so.good. I had the leftovers for lunch on Monday. One night this week, we had sandwiches. I dug into our Cheetos and probably ate way, way too many because they tasted so dang good. Then Luffy sat down, ate one, and asked if they tasted stale to me. Uh no?

And poor sweet Luffy decided to recreate my always pregnancy-approved sausage McMuffin. All you need are English muffins and some sausage right? We have everything else on hand. So he got to it one morning and the results were fantastic. And now he has to make them pretty much every morning. I’d feel sorry for him, but I’m too busy stuffing my face. Nom.

New this time around: it could be faulty memory, but I remember Luffy being pretty hands-off of my last pregnancy. He was very supportive: making it to every prenatal appointment he could, always there to check on me or get me anything I needed, lots of back-rubs and he’d always keep me company in the bathroom while I soaked in the tub. But he never really wanted to feel the dumpling kick and he almost never touched my belly. So I think it’s so sweet this time because he already likes to give it a little rub or two. Such a tender moment between us (that I’d usually keep private, but I just have to write it down so I’ll remember).

In other things I totally forgot about: ugh, the growing pains. Or stretching pains. Or whatever you want to call them. I know I mentioned a few weeks ago how I was feeling much more comfortable in the first trimester this time because my pre-stretched abs didn’t waste time constricting the inevitable. It was so nice to be able to eat a normal meal without feeling like I was a stuffed turkey. However, I do not remember feeling what I call the stretching pains this early last time. I actually just complained to Luffy a few nights ago that rolling over in bed definitely shouldn’t be this hard this early. Each night I sit on the couch with a heating pad to ease some of the ache in my sides and back. And some of the muscle fatigue, that I associated with late pregnancy last time, has already set in. Perhaps because I’m not as fit as I was when I was pregnant with the dumpling (I used to teach 4-5 fitness classes a week and walk two miles almost every day, now I teach 2 classes a week and I’m lucky if we can fit a mile walk in every once in a while) or the simple fact that I’m three years older at this point. Either way, I think I seriously need to up my workouts so I keep ahead of this pregnancy.


And now I’ll leave you with this gem:

I live in Texas, as you likely know. Our area has actually had heat index warnings the past couple of days, meaning the heat index is above 105 degrees for two or more consecutive hours. Real fun times, let me tell ‘ya.

So it’s hot. I’m pregnant. I’m already hot-natured. I’m hot. So hot. Sweating just sitting here. Luffy’s making fun of me for fanning myself with my dress, like the class-act I am.

And then I look across the street and see a heavily pregnant woman, in what look to be pajama pants and a t-shirt, walking behind what I assume is her husband as he mows our neighbor’s lawn. Now, I know they have a yard service, so this isn’t my neighbor. And at first I’m like, why on earth is she out there?! Walking along! In this heat! And while pregnant! So very pregnant!

And then it hit me that she’s probably either overdue, thus husband wants to keep a close eye on her, or perhaps close to her due date and over this whole business, so she wants to walk to trigger labor.

Either way, I can’t complain about the heat anymore. At least not today.

Go AWAY Mama

I’ve been hearing that more and more lately.

I’m trying to not take it personally (lol, it’s breaking my heart, stupid pregnancy hormones), but he’s definitely going through an anti-mama phase. He much prefers Luffy and his grandparents over me. Which! I’m crazy! I’m pregnant and tired and the last thing I want to do is chase a preschooler around. I should be thanking my lucky stars that this anti-mama phase coincides with early pregnancy. And instead, I’m just sad and mopey, trying to reassure myself that he’s my little boy, he’ll always love me, even if he doesn’t like me right now.

[The sobbing you hear isn’t me. Nope.]


We had a pretty good weekend. I announced my pregnancy to my fitness class Saturday morning. They were completely surprised which shocks me because I feel like I’ve been showing so clearly for a couple of weeks now. Later that day, we went to a friend’s birthday party (the friends with goats!) and had charcuterie and cake. We played. We dealt with a grumpy dumpling (more on that later). Luffy miraculously got the dumpling to take a nap at home on Sunday. At home! In his own bed! I did not have to drive him around! Huzzah! Good thing too since a freak storm blew through the area during his naptime, causing severe wind damage in many areas of the metroplex. We’re fine and truly grateful we took down the old tree when we did.

Luffy actually went out with our neighbors (the men) on Saturday night to a baseball game. I enjoyed the solo night-in with some delicious sushi delivered to our door (I know! I know! Pregnant ladies aren’t supposed to have sushi. Whatever. I’m not buying it from the gas station and I’m avoiding high mercury fish. So bite me. It was delicious and exactly what I was a craving.) and a movie. Treat yo’self.


So let’s chat about the grumpy dumpling I mentioned up there. We’re having a sleep issue, surprise surprise.

I swear that half of parenting is learning to adapt when the rules of the game you are playing suddenly change and the person in charge (ahem, the dumpling) doesn’t bother to tell you what the new rules are.

So y’all know he moved daycare rooms – up to the 2.5 – 3 year old room. It’s been really great for him, I think. Besides the whole potty training fiasco, he really loves being in the older classroom. They play on the big playground. They get to go upstairs – with the BIG kids – to use the learning program (blah, blah, educational jargon-speak) computer. He loves his teacher and his friends. He’s usually very happy going to school each morning.

Our issue is that he’s throwing us a sleep curve ball and we’re not sure what to do about it.

Up to like a week ago, I have forever and ever said that the dumpling is on the low end of the sleep-needs spectrum. You know those charts? That tell you how much sleep you should be getting? He has always been on the low side of the ranges, getting 12-13 as an infant then 11-12 as a toddler then 10-11 as a preschooler. The shortness is typically in the nap, as he has been taking a 60-90 minute nap for honestly about a year. The overnight sleep has slowly dropped from 11-11.5 to 10-10.5. And in the past couple of months, naps were getting shorter too. I really thought he was rapidly heading towards no naps.

But suddenly, coinciding with the classroom change, he’s been taking 2 hour naps, sometimes as long as 2.5 hours! I thought for sure that his new teacher possessed some sort of magical sleep fairy skill, until Luffy managed to get him to take a 2 hour nap at home this past Sunday. Now I’m wondering if he needs a longer nap?

And it’s affecting his night sleep. Friday night and Monday night, he’s gone to sleep at almost 10pm. Friday night, he was in bed by 9pm and Monday he was in bed by 9:15. We thought that he wasn’t tired, just truly not ready for sleep, since he suddenly started sleeping more during the day, and pushed the start of bedtime back a bit. After all, he’d been stalling and lengthening and generally dragging his heels during bedtime – that plus the longer nap and we thought eh, he’s just not tired! Which sort of sucks for us, because we don’t get the personal time, but tis life as parents, right?

Except that now I’m wondering if he’s gone and thrown everything I “know” about him and his low sleep-needs out the window. Because the thing is, he’s waking up at his normal time and giving his best impersonation of the troll under the bridge. His name is Grump, with the capital G. He is grouchy and generally annoyed at life.

And of course, everyone and their grandmother (if their grandmother happens to be on parenting sleep forums) will recommend an earlier bedtime. He’s clearly still tired! He needs an earlier bedtime! they shout at me from the archives. But! But! [mumbles about low sleep-needs and how he hasn’t slept more than 10 hours overnight since he was a toddler]

And then I take a step back and wonder. But then I do the math and a 7:30pm bedtime (which wow, that seems early) would mean 11 hours overnight, plus the two hour nap, would mean 13 hours of sleep for my preschooler. THIRTEEN HOURS. That’s at the very top of the sleep-needs range for his age. That can’t be what my low sleep-needs child needs. Right? Right. But maybe like 8:00 or 8:15? Except that’s getting awfully close to what his original bedtime was, which was backfiring on us, so what then internet?

WHAT THEN?

[stay tuned for the next installment of Go the F**k to Sleep]

Memorial Day 2019

We had a really great Memorial Day weekend, even though it didn’t quite to plan. My dad was supposed to visit us on his way through the DFW area to visit his own parents, but those plans fell through.

So what did we do?!

We played at the park. We made pancakes. We swam at a friend’s house. We ate watermelon. We watched Minnie Mouse. We had the best time relaxing and I have a few anecdotes from the weekend:

On Saturday, we were a little surprised that the dumpling didn’t fall asleep during the drive home from Luffy’s parents’ house like he usually does. He was clearly tired, but he managed to stay awake the whole time. So we distracted him a bit, had lunch, and then I took him out to try for another car nap around 1pm. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it, but the dumpling pretty much exclusively takes car naps on the weekends now. He’s such low-sleep needs that it’s very challenging for us to get him down at a reasonable time otherwise. Plus, I think he takes comfort in knowing that if he falls asleep in the car, I’ll still be right there when he wakes up.

Anyway, back to my story. I take him out around 1pm, which is his usual time for the weekends. He was still awake when we got on the highway, trying to chat with me about cranes and other construction equipment. Twenty minutes later, he transitioned to playing with his water cup, blowing raspberries and telling me where the water landed (over there and over there and over there!). Twenty minutes after that, he was still awake and starting to be not so happy about it.

It can be humorous, in a way, watching a preschooler’s mood decline. He slowly starts getting more and more obstinate, losing his cool over minor matters. He raises his voice at me and I gently remind him to use his inside voice. He gets frustrated with his empty milk cup. Then, we pass a semi and I hear this from the back seat:

“THAT’S NOT A TRUCK, MAMA!”

“…… uh, ok?”

“THAT’S NOT A TRUCK.”

Right little dude, it’s not a truck. Got it.

Then, as I’m exiting the highway, mere minutes away from home because I have abandoned the hope of a nap happening today, he throws his water cup. I won’t say at me, but it lands close enough to scare me. And I lose my patience a bit. I raise my voice right back at him and say “HEY BUD, you do not throw your cups, especially not in the car and definitely not at your mama.”

And then. He quieted down. Literally 90 seconds later he was asleep and I detoured to get back on the highway.


On Sunday, we went to our friend’s house to go swimming. They were technically hosting a Memorial Day pool party, but scheduling conflicts meant we were the only ones who could actually make it. Fine by us!

Since it would be our first time in the pool this season, I spent Friday afternoon trying to decide on the proper flotation device for the dumpling. He’s getting so big and brave now, I didn’t trust myself to be the solely responsible for keeping his head above water. I know most parents swear by those puddle jumper things but I just couldn’t fathom how kids aren’t insanely annoyed by having those things on their arms. Thus, I landed on an actual life vest – made by Speedo, certified by the US Coast Guard. The only problem was the sizing. They had two: infant and child. The infant is for 0 – 30 pounds, while the child is 30 – 50 pounds. The dumpling’s last check-up was last October, where he weighed just under 24 pounds. I’m sure he’s put on a couple of pounds since then, but he likely hasn’t broken 30 pounds yet. On the other hand, did I really want to buy a swim vest that he can only use for a little bit? Plus, the infant version had head support that I figured would be in his way. So, I decided to buy him the child’s size. We tried it on him Friday afternoon and it was hilarious. It does technically fit him, but it just swallows him up. It’s adorable. He seemed comfortable with it though. And there was a humorous moment when he tried to get something off the floor. He reminded me of 9-months pregnant me – bending and squatting and shifting and trying my best to get down there!

So we brought the swim vest with us and we had a great time swimming! We took it off him at one point because he settled down on the step and the swim vest kept pitching him backwards, poor tiny baby. I was floating on one of those semi-recliner things and stayed close by, but he kept to his step. Adorably, I noticed he was shivering about half an hour later (the step was in the shade), so I coaxed him onto my float with me. And we just floated around the pool together, my sweet boy and I.


On Monday, I explained what a holiday was to the dumpling and how we relax on holidays. We did just that. We watched TV (Minnie Mouse shows on YouTube – he’s obsessed). We went to Target. We got lunch at Potbelly’s where the dumpling scarfed down his applesauce and was delighted by the mini cookie that came with his meal. (Luffy and I polished off his toasted PB&J.) Then, we took a stroll around the outdoor mall and I explained what a “stroll” meant – he kept asking where the stroll was. He then got a nice car nap and we knocked out grocery shopping and spent the rest of the afternoon lounging!

In pursuit of shorts

In what I swear – pinkie promise – is not a humble brag, I have a confession:

My current pair of go-to shorts have to be at least a decade old.

They’re denim, soft (obviously, after a decade of wear). They’ve held up really , really well. But now, they’re actually (oh god, I swear guys, not bragging) too big. I didn’t mind in the least until I caught my reflection in the mirror one day and realized that it’s giving me a droopy butt. That combined with the fact that my underwear frequently makes an appearance over the gaping waistband and – of fine. I guess I should get a pair that fit. Ugh. And so started my pursuit for a new pair of shorts.

I’ve bought a pair (and returned said pair) several times over the summer, from different places. My problem is that shorts have gotten just so darn tiny these days, especially denim shorts. Call me modest (and, let’s face it, a 30-year-old), but I’d prefer it if my cheeks didn’t peek out from beneath my shorts. I tried several styles of longer shorts but I have not managed to find a style that suited me. They’ve either been too long, or made me look stumpy, or flattened my butt, or all three of those things combined into one truly awful pair. (And don’t even get me started on the ridiculous levels the “distressed” trend has climbed to.)

I managed to find a pair of American Eagle (the brand of my current shorts) shorts at Thred Up. They’re a dark wash, a size smaller than my current pair, and they seemed to check all the right boxes. I got them in and they fit perfectly well except they are so damn short. SO SHORT.

Still though, I haven’t managed to find anything else, so I’m hoping that after a few wears, they’ll stretch out just a tiny bit so that they’ll be a bit lower (if they loosen up a bit).

Anyway, it’s an ongoing saga. One that makes me feel so very, very old as I shake my fist at the sky and curse today’s teens for setting the shorts bar so very, very high – er – short.