We spent the weekend in Indianapolis where Brett ran a mini-marathon. He did very well, thanks for asking. It’s his second half-marathon this year. Then we took Noah to the Children’s Museum which is huge. They had the top of the building done up like a giant birthday cake and for some reason Noah keeps calling it “that rockin’ museum”.

On the way home we sang showtunes until we were hoarse. At one point Noah crowed, “Mommy! Sing another song from Annie!” I said my throat hurt and Brett leaned over and said, “You better go ahead and do it. This may be the only time in your life that someone actually requests that you sing Tomorrow.”

My brother, who is a regular reader of this blog, will understand the humor behind that.

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