A.B. Kagledom

Dear Little George,

The top half of your room is now a perfect yellow (which makes the bottom half - still the old yellow color - look very green). Daddy did all of the work while Simon and I (and you) spent the day adventuring. We took the Light Rail from Mountain View to San Jose (an hour long trip, if you can believe it) and got off at the Tech Museum, had some lunch, saw an IMAX documentary about the Human Body, played around the museum, bought a few small space ships in the shop, and played with them around the fountains at the Convention Center (where Daddy picked us up). Once we were home we quickly changed and drove over for the last twenty-five minutes of family swim in the warm indoor Palo Alto pool. A lot of people have told me that swimming while very pregnant feels really good. It's not that it didn't feel good but it didn't feel any different than regular non-pregnant swimming. I didn't float more than usual and the weight didn't magically disappear... What gives?

This evening we had a great time at a housewarming party. Simon was ready to pass out by the time we got there but he was having such a great time with all of his friends that we ended up staying past his bedtime. A lot of these same kids were sick with the same thing around the same time. One family doctor said it was the Rotavirus, another said it was a flu. Neither diagnosis seems to have the appropriate list of symtoms and incubation period. In any case, I'm hopeful that Simon will sleep in tomorrow. We're going to have more fun while Daddy continues to paint. He says he doesn't want us exposed to the fumes. I think he could use some time without us around.

You have developed this really annoying habit of punching/kicking/squeezing/pushing this one patch next to my belly button. It actually burns it is so raw from all of the abuse. You also seem to be awake a heck of a lot for a fetus. I ASKED FOR A SLEEPER!

Love,

Mama