photo dump: triple digits edition

Dear East Coast, I’m sorry you are dealing with all that annoying wet stuff falling from the sky and saturating your neck of the woods. What is it that you call it? Oh, yeah, rain. I think I heard of rain before. I might have even seen it…then again, I don’t know for sure. Perhaps it’s just what I seen on the evening news. Meanwhile we are hot here in the Central Valley and pretty much everywhere on the West Coast. Very hot. Very dry, miserable hot with sticky clouds up above that only offer dry lightning strikes in the mountains because what’s one more raging wild fire right now?

Whatever!

We’re going over to Casa de Scarborough-Jacques because they have a pool and it’s hot…freaking, broiling hot.

Yeah, this will work. This will work out just fine.

At the end of the day the added bonus for Hollie and Ben…

…sleepy water babies.

too tall and other squad adventures

The perfect time to get away from the dusty triple digit temps that is the Central Valley is right now.

And in Santa Clara at California’s Great America, today was practically sweater weather. Kidding. But it was literally 20 degrees cooler than Manteca. So sorry work for not taking that call to come in and work extra.

This guy was literally counting down the days until we could play at California’s Great America.

So was Abby

And Abby’s BFF, Maci.

It was a great day enjoying all the food, all the drinks and all the rides in the park, courtesy of Bill’s company. Bonus, Daniel was more than tall enough to ride any ride of his choosing.

Well, almost any ride of his choosing.

One disappointment in a day filled with adventure for this squad?

We’ll take it!

summer break look

First week of summer break begins but first let’s take care of some business: dentist, pediatrician, summer tutoring assessments, and, most important, a new summer look.

Because the disco party-rave-bedhead-hot mess ‘do is just all kinds of wrong. The first and foremost wrong is that mom kept procrastinating to make the appointment to get a wa-ay overdue haircut. Daniel would like you all to know about that epic mom-fail.

They know now, Daniel.

Happy?

The challenge this past year has been finding someone to cut Daniel’s hair with respect to his sensory issues and NOT USE THE CLIPPERS because when his mom tells you to not use clippers when giving him his requested neat sweep look with a hat tip to David Beckham, Justin Timberlake and Liam Payne because he. just. can. not. handle. that. buzzing. sensation. Hollie COULD do it but then we stir in that whole bossy big sister, uncooperative little brother dynamic and then I have two cranky kids to deal with. Both pretty much told me yeah, no. Then came the one session in a local barber’s chair where after listening carefully to what Daniel wanted and my request to not use clippers and why, the barber nodded her head yes and used the clippers anyway while Daniel did his very best to keep his shit together until the very end as two, big, fat tears rolled down his paled cheeks. After that, Hollie put a call out to her people as to where could Daniel get the look that he wanted without clippers because Hollie assured me that it could be done.

Enter Raquel.

I missed Daniel’s first time in her chair as his sister, Hollie, took him. Daniel was thrilled. And finally, literally three months later, mom made another appointment and here he was, back in Raquel’s chair…happy. Raquel got to work quickly while the two of them caught up like old friends. She was quick with her scissors cutting off so much hair…three months growth all over the floor…and clippers were never picked up. Added bonus, she is absolutely gorgeous.

Yeah, I can see why Daniel likes her!

NOW, we’re ready for summer break!

invisible in a bikini

Summer is most definitely here and the time is right to bare a little skin at the beach, at the pool, at the water park, at the lake and even on the Dirty Delta because it’s hot, we want to get wet and because it’s fun.

It is fun.

Well, for the body confident, the tan, the fit, the young.

If you listen to women’s and girls’ conversations about swimsuits it would seem that it isn’t fun at all. At one point in all of our lives we have had that moment of anxiety and self-loathing as we regarded ourselves in a harshly lit dressing room dressed in the bikini that looked perfect on the rack. “What happened?“, we wonder, as we regard every real and imagined imperfection, dimple, roll, sag, stretch mark perfectly highlighted in the most non-flattering light possible as we stand before the most unforgiving (and likely angled) mirror.

And while most of us fretted, stressed, starved, covered up and berated ourselves for not having the confidence to rock that perfect two piece swimsuit there are women all over the interwebs and in the news right now who are wearing that bikini and writing about it or posting pictures of it: a fat woman, another plus sized woman, an insulin pump dependent diabetic beauty queen, a woman living with Crohn’s Disease and a colostomy.

Oh, and a 52 year old woman wore a bikini poolside every day last week while staying in Las Vegas with two of her daughters and her grand daughters.

No one noticed. No one cared. No, not because I am over 50 and everyone knows that women of a certain age are indeed invisible once they are women of a certain age. No one noticed because everyone was too busy having fun enjoying that perfect pool, with their perfect, over-priced, poolside refreshments on a perfect sunshine-y day. I doubt anyone could see my birth date stamped on my ass indicating that I should not be wearing that bikini…including some of the men I caught briefly glancing at my ass as I walked by. Even if they could, I doubt anyone really cared. Nor did they care that my exposed, rounded belly once carried four of my five babies…at least no one asked. And although they might have noticed the blinding paleness of my SPF 50 coated body, no one stopped me demanding that I cover up right now. No one really cared and neither did I.

I wore a bikini every day while in Vegas last week because I wanted to…because I can…because I have limited time on this Earth to feel the sun on my skin (protected by sunscreen of course)…because the weather and that gorgeous pool pretty much said so.

what you should do on your summer vacation

Overheard:

Look Mom! I’m visiting my childhood!

These would be games that he played a long, long time ago in a land called 2012. His present day dirty fingernails look the same as they did back when he was a child…in 2012! It’s a losing battle. Yes, Daniel is visiting his childhood having rediscovered his Nintendo 3DS and a multitude of old 3DS and DS games which have pretty much been collecting dust sitting neglected on his bookshelf.

Don’t worry, armchair parenting experts, there is much more to his summer vacation activities than this. Still, sometimes, some days it is just fun to pull out old toys and games and just be a kid.

Daniel told me that.