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Typhoon Season

Yesterday morning, just because he loves us, Simon slept in an extra hour. Unfortunately, it was the wrong day to prove his love because we had a nap schedule to keep. A sitter (our generous neighbor) was arriving at nap time to watch over sleeping Simon while we went to the touring production of Annie. So we took Simon to The Museum with our new way cool membership (thank you very much) and with the intent to wear him out completely. We encouraged him to run from the Toy Maker 3000 to the space ships, down the stairs to the police cars, and back over to the foyer to pet the enormous turtles. That was before dancing through the oil exhibit, running around the baby chickens, and sashaying into the cafeteria for a filling lunch. All of that was followed by a climb up the John Deere combine for an imaginary ride and another run over to the old fashioned ice cream parlor for some ice cream, then back to the toy maker, down the escalator, past the train, and through the parking lot to the car. Fortunately, it worked.

Being that we are not the smartest people in the world, we forgot to check the weather before changing into thin dress shirts and not bringing along something smart like a rain coat or an umbrella. By the time we walked out of the subway there was a torrential downpour. To prove that we are not terribly bright, we both had different locations for the theater - in opposite directions - and neither of us was correct. So we ran through the streets of downtown Chicago lamenting the lack of overhangs. By the time we finally found Annie we were both soggy and dripping and very uncomfortable. We bought two red sparkled Annie t-shirts, ran to the restrooms to change, and only missed the first scene. *Whew* By the time it was over, we were pretty happy with our decision not to simply turn around and go back home. Unfortunately, as soon as we got off the L, four (long) blocks from home, the torrential downpour started again. Simon was still sleeping when we arrived home which was good but our new Annie shirts (in addition to everything else) were soaked through.

Note to Mike and Cindi: Yesterday Simon started calling for you again.

Simon: "Mike! Cini!"
Simon: "Where are Mike and Cini?"
Hava: "Do you miss Mike and Cindi?"
Simon: "Yes, Mike and Cini my frens."

(We think you should plan your November visit today.)

This evening Simon asked to go "Ou-side" and "put shoes on" so he could "go to da hospital." We can only imagine that his desire to go to the hospital came from the experience of Curious George.

Also this evening Simon yelled to Hava "Got all wet in da shower and now I'm NAKED!" (And indeed he was.)

Just an aside, Simon went pee pee into a potty three times today.

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Where are we? We're in San Francisco, too far away from our Simon. Sure you don't want to move back to the Bay Area soon? We miss you, too.

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