We leave tonight for our Southern California end-of-summer vacation. Quinn’s school starts late this year so we’re taking advantage of all the other kids being back in school and hitting Disneyland next week. (Going to Disneyland in the heat of summer with the HORDES of other people pretty much results in a deep hatred for humanity. And who needs more hate?) Legoland is on the docket for this weekend while we’re visiting friends in San Diego. I’m pretty sure Quinn’s mind is going to be blown.

Speaking of school starting… I had another first-day-of-kindergarten anxiety dream this morning. I got Quinn to school late, forgot his lunch and couldn’t snap a decent photo of him because my hand wouldn’t stay still. The stress of the dream culminated in a real-life charlie-horse in my calf which woke me up at 4:30. These days, once I wake up for something in the wee hours, that’s pretty much the end of the night for me. There’s no hope of going back to sleep. The resident in my belly wakes up and starts her morning dance routine — I’ve nicknamed her Squiggs. She’s way more of a squirmer and a wiggler than a puncher and a kicker. Particularly when I’m lying down. I’m pretty sure she’s got the soundtrack to Will Smith’s “Gettin’ Jiggy wit It” playing in utero.