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3 hour flight delay, then an “incident with the BART police” stopped us between our destination and the subway stop before it. Eventually te train backed up to Powell and we were able to get off just one stop early. Our hotel is super nice with a city view!

Now I must attend to my rumbling tummy. Good night!

We are still sitting at the gate in Phoenix. Low clouds in SF are causing air traffic to only allow one plane to land at a time. So we are waiting for the go ahead to depart. 2 hours so far, 1-2 more they think. But they just put out boxes of water, “take as many as you want.” Total win! At least we have nothing to hurry to get to. Just a garlicky dinner and a soft bed.

We have a quick layover in Phoenix, with a switch to a bigger plane. Walking up the jet-way was as much desert heat that I care to experience (sorry Kristin). Onward to chilly, foggy beaches!!

To grandparents house we'll go!

We'll drop off the boy

And get on a plane

That's bound for San Francisco-oh!

Ben and I went back on strict Atkins this week.  We stopped the “induction” phase with a 20 carb limit after two weeks and gradually worked back up to normal.  We stopped counting, but we were still eating less crap than before.  Then I started sneaking more goldfish crackers from Jack’s stash and more spoonfuls of peanut butter with chocolate chips.  So I proposed we go back on a stint of low carb to recalibrate and slim a little before our vacation next week.  I’m only limiting to 30 carbs a day – dramatically easier than 20 but still takes a lot of effort and planning.

In three days I have pushed through my previous plateau.  Remember, I started at 162 pounds and got down to 155.  I maintained 155.5-157 all summer since then.  Today I was down to 153!  I’m so psyched.  I can’t believe I’ve lost almost ten pounds this summer.  **Update 8/24: I hit 152.  I can’t believe it!**

I’m still getting to Zumba class when I possible.  My favorite teacher has moved around, so now I go to the Golden Community Center for her.  Today it was closed for renovations. 🙁 I had Jack with me, planning to do child care during my class.  So I took him over the hill to a playground, figuring he could at least get some wiggles out before going home.

Lo and behold, Zumba was in the park!  Kris had a free class there because she’s so awesome 🙂  (She’s in the pink tank top, bossing people around.) 

 

At first Jack was like:

 

Aw shucks.  Mommy is dancing instead of catering to my every whim and applauding every little move I make.  

And then Jack was like:

So good times were had all around.  I let him have half hour of playground time afterwards, then let him splash in all the puddles on the way back to the car, so I think that makes up for it.

PS: It’s really hard to dance on uneven ground and videotape a toddler.  Thank goodness for Youtube’s auto shake-remover. 
PPS: Yes, he is dancing to a song about mixed drinks, and my teacher says “I dare you to take your shirt off” to the group.  You should know Jack and I also dance zumba at home and are both closeted fans of Pitbull.

A couple weeks ago we took Jack to Tiny Town, Colorado!  He was sick in that indestructible, two-year-old way that they drip snot and cough but are still hyper and demand entertainment.  That night I got sick, in the thirty-year-old way that I drip snot and cough but want nothing more than to hole up in the basement with Tylenol, a box of tissues, and season five of The West Wing for three days straight.  I even called in sick to work – I have to be REALLY worn out to do that.  I think I’ve only done that twice before in three years.  Then Ben got sick and I continued to have little energy and had to work for a whole week while Jack continued to ping around the house, a typical ball of chaos and fun-seeking boy-mass.  Jack watched a lot of Dinosaur Train that week. 

All of that is to excuse this very delayed post about Tiny Town.  Jack LOVED it.  Did not want to leave.  Wanted to ride the choo-choo all day.  You should have seen the reverence with which he gave the conductor his ticket for punching.  Oh, but you can! For I am posting pictures and video finally. (Credits to Amanda and Ben)