We had a great time at Conan and Missy’s house up in Michigan this past weekend. It makes me want to live in the country. Not right away, of course, but someday. While we were there we cooked up all sorts of delicious food, helped lay down some bamboo flooring, played lots of games (one of these days I’m going to win at Dutch Blitz . . . but probably not if I keep playing with Jodie), and went to a lake with a splash pad for the wee folk. Neils, Burke, Keane, and Clark all seemed to have a great time in the water, but Simon seemed, once again, fairly indifferent about the whole thing. We were expecting wails from him when we took him onto the splash pad, but all we got were a few startled expressions before he regained composure. We keep telling him to keep a stiff upper lip and he seems to be catching on.
Sadly, while we were in Michigan Simon and Micah caught the cold I acquired at some point in our travels. Simon doesn’t seemed phased by the fact that he is really congested and his throat sounds sore. I’m kind of wondering what kind of kid we’ve got here. Doesn’t anything bother him? I’m not complaining, just wondering how we got to be so lucky.