The Boy Has No Pants.

It is one of those moments that make you feel like the bad mom. My child had no pants. We had an unusual burst of spring weather, by which I mean cloudy and actual rain. It was enough morning rain to justify long pants. Accordingly the kid gets and prepares himself for school this morning with jeans and a t-shirt, but after breakfast, confesses the jeans are a little tight and he's going to change. This is not an area that he is very observant about, so they must have been miserable. The cargos he was willing to work with, it was a recipe for disaster. This weather is not a normal May occurrence. We had purchased nearly a weeks worth in January in the next size up, thinking that would get us over the hump and through all shorts all the time or November as it is called locally.

However just a few weeks before we had started replacing shorts in the next next size. All of this is compounded by the fact that we are going into the murky waters of juniors. So each purchase requires visiting three different departments; men's (how small are their smalls), young men's (the y chromosone version of juniors, so skinny adult sizes), and boys (because they say they go all the way to 18 or 20 and my kid isn't even a teenager). Does a 16 equal 28" x 28" or 28"x 30" or 30" x 30"? I hate boy sizes. It doesn't help that Y is in denial. He has had much fun, giggling about my being passed height wise any second now, but Y and the kid shopping in the same department has not be quite so amusing.

This hasn't happened in three years, we start checking fit, and somehow nothing does, and he's gone through 2 or 3 sizes that school year. This time we knew it was coming, we even changed some meds to help him get ready for it. It was a perfect storm of El Nino and tween growth spurt. It has dropped 20-30 degrees since the weekend, it is raining and the boy has no pants. Bad, bad mommy.

L.A. Bucket List

I find myself considering geographical bucket lists. I suspect they should be made when you are first approaching a move, before new and shiny is overwhelmed by the jaded boredom of a local, unwilling to accommodate the crowds and the cheesiness of local attractions. At the moment, it is both too late for that and something remember for next time. So we have that moving itch at the moment, not sure if it is more running away from or running to...something. It may amount to nothing and work itself out and here we will remain, or perhaps this is the beginning of an adventure, marvelous or otherwise.

So note to self: If and when moving, make a bucket list; local, day trip and weekend trip bucket list. It will get you out of the house, when you are new and haven't met anybody. There certainly won't be new people to meet at home. Maybe the move works out and maybe it doesn't, but you will have made the most of the opportunity in a low simmer tourism way. Well that is more than enough navel gazing, what is on the L.A. bucket list?

Jewish Deli Canter's or Langer's
Walt Disney Hall
Olvera Street
Philippe's
See a movie at Graumann's Chinese Theatre (again...but the kid never has)
LACMA
LAX Restaurant
Randy's Doughnuts
Watts Tower
Studio Tour (but not in Universal)
Watch the taping of a sitcom (hmmm when does Big Bang Theory start taping again)
Tea at the Huntington Gardens
Doo Dah and/or Rose Parade
Malibu (we tend to do our beach thing farther up the coast)
Strawberry Festival
Solvang
Catalina Island
Monterey (which wouldn't be a first, we lived and met and dated there, but we've never gotten the kid there)


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