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.
There I was, minding my own business, being a good girl by writing my talk for sacrament meeting tomorrow. I looked around the room for inspiration, and what do I see in the corner, casually plotting my demise? This:No, it is not a cane spider. I don’t even know what it is. I don’t want to know. It was the size of a small child. It is dead. Micah sprayed it. He is my hero. The end.
I hate spiders, but I have a question, just how big is a “small child?” I want to know how big it is compared to something else, because Jess and I killed (by boot) two HUGE spiders a couple of days ago, which were the size of about 2 quarters (and that’s being stingy). It would have been nice to have a strong man around.
A “small child” is worth at least a buck fifty.