Pretty quiet around here lately. We’ve got our routines, which are ruled by naps, we’ve got our walks, and we’ve got our favorite restaurants and taco carts. It’s a narrow circle we move through these days. We move slowly through the heat, just like the rest of the Mexicans. The only difference being that they do so in jeans. My jeans haven’t been unfolded in a year.

This is how interested in eating Ouest is these days. Doesn’t matter what Ali cooks or what I bring home, she just doesn’t eat more than a couple of bites. Five minutes before we sit down each afternoon she announces, “Me no hungry.” Every single time. Damn you normal kid.