The Weekend When Not in the Park (Part Three)
With toddler French on hiatus for the week, Simon's weekend actually began on Thursday. He and Matthew spent their two weekendesque weekday mornings Thursday and Friday at the Museum of Science and Industry. If it seems like Matthew and Simon are always at the Museum that is because, in fact, they are. One of these days, they may be offered the chance to design their own exhibit. Thursday and Friday Simon and Matthew came home with lots of museum booty: a container full of corn kernels to plant, a plastic submarine they made from a mold to go along with the plastic train and plastic tractor from other visits (we've been told that there is only one more, the space shuttle, to complete the set!). There was an official ice cream parlor mug (which had contained ice cream until it was eaten), and there were candies made by pushing buttons to mix the ingredients (which may have contributed to Matthew feeling unwell later that day).
Friday we were excited to finally use our tickets to the sold out show of They Might Be Giants at the Lincoln Park Zoo. The three of us are big fans. Unfortunately, we were tipped off Friday morning that the band wasn't going to come on until 9 to 10:30 PM. Being that there is no possible way Simon would be able to stay awake that late (and, in fact, he was sleepy at 7 PM) and it was too late to get a babysitter, with much sadness, we decided to forgo the event. The Zoo wouldn't refund our tickets even though all of the signs said "SHOW STARTS AT 7:00 PM!" in big friendly letters and the tickets were non-transferable. We're still a little bitter about this since, when we purchased the tickets, there was no mention of the three bands opening the show. But hopefully the Zoo will use the money to care for some of the animals - animals which have an alarming tendency to DIE without explanation.
Saturday evening, Simon went over to Amelie's house to play while his parents had Brazilian Barbeque. When we returned to Amelie's place, Simon and Amelie were sweaty from jumping and running and playing. It was obvious how much fun Simon had had while we were away but once we got him in the car and asked him if he had a good time he insisted that he had had no fun at all. Then we took him home and he sat on the potty and gave us a fifteen minute non-stop stream of consciousness talk about how he "can't do it" with mentions of "gol-fish" (goldfish) and "fock" (frog) and "Elmo" and "Ermie" (Ernie) and the lights being on and off and no mirrors being around and how getting hit on the head hurts and how his friends can't do it but then he did it and "gol-fish!" and...
We wondered what Simon had been saying when he used to talk non-stop and not make any sense. Now that we understand the words, it still doesn't actually make sense but it is really fun to try and connect the dots.
Sunday evening the front of Simon's crib came off while Matthew was making his bed. We've been thinking about the right time to transfer him to a big boy bed and thought this might be the perfect opportunity to see how he would do when he wasn't fenced in. He seemed to really enjoy climbing in and out of bed but once he was put down for the evening he whispered "Want the side back." So, for now, he will remain sleeping in a four sided crib.
Other new things for Simon: for the past week or so he has been making up his own songs by using words of his own put to tunes he already knows. His favorite "real" song to sing is currently "What's the Weather?" something he learned in school to the tune of Clementine. He sings the song and then runs to the window to "check" before continuing the song with either "sunny" or "rainy" (we're trying to add "overcast" and "partly cloudy"). When Simon is cranky the best way to lighten his mood has been to sing "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes." He enjoys his baths again thanks to the purchase of new bath toys and he remains very interested in cooking, dancing, reading (Curious George), watching Bob on DVD, playing in his tent, singing, jumping, kicking and throwing balls, and falling forward or backward on something soft for dramatic effect. He's a pretty remarkable kid at this point (which is why we continue to feel the need to remark).


















