We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
I continue to be amazed at the things you can do with strings and bobby pins. Although I usually like to put them in my hair, I am glad that this combination is here to flush the toilet until we can get a more permanent fix for the problem. Apparently, Micah forgot his own strength as he was flushing the other day and broke the flusher. But he is a handy man and rigged up this sweet little system in no time so we don’t have to take off the lid every time we use the bathroom. I will admit, however, that I almost expect to hear Woody say, “There’s a snake in my boot!” when I pull the string. I feel just like a little kid again. *sigh*
FYI: We did get our toilet fixed. Now we have a fancy shmancy plastic “chrome” handle. Lucky us.
Ah, the joys of being married to a Heiselt. That’s all I’ve got to say about that.