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.
But first, a poem. This was written by Rebecca and Elizabeth Blackhurst approximately 13 (14? 15?) years ago.

I love how you guys name everything, especially the old names you come up with (Ronaldo?):). I like your list and your poem, but I want to know how big Ronaldo is. . . . or was
Ronaldo was almost 19 pounds, which, as you might have guessed, is a little bit large for five people . . . especially five smallish people like we are. So, Micah and I will be having turkey sandwiches from now until we go to Utah. Thank goodness for the Durkees.
Way to remember most of our cool Thanksgiving poem. I haven’t found it anywhere, but I’m pretty sure that this is how it ends:
And when our feast is done,
We’ll all have fun.
And when it’s time to leave,
We’ll all give a heave.
Weren’t we creative?
I liked your thankful list and am excited that we’ll be seeing you guys in less than a month!
I think it is interesting that we decided everyone needed to give a heave as the left the party. I’m not sure what kind of a heave we were thinking . . . we did some great collaborations back in the day, didn’t we?
Dear Liz and Micah,
Thanks for giving me a “homey” Thanksgiving! It was so good to spend it in a home(rather than the stake center with cafeteria-catered food)and the food was GREAT(espcially spiked Ronaldo)!!! I can’t tell you how nice it is to have my own family(yes, that would be the two of you!) out here on this island. Really-I didn’t even get homesick once I got inside your home. And I will be honest, I am now converted to Kareoke Revolution. My life will never be the same. (who is satisfied with gold anymore??? It is all about the platinum!)
It’s fun to see what you guys are doing in the kitchen. Great looking bird!! — and who made the pie?
But actually, the most exciting thing was to see that Liz might be starting to poke out a little!! Love it!
Micah is the man behind the pie, and the bird. He does good work.
I definitely am bigger than I was before, although not to the point where anybody would look at me and think I am pregnant. I’m sure one of these days it is going to happen.
It’s good to see you’re still remembering the poetry of your childhood days. I didn’t remember this one until I read Becca’s part and then it all came back. It is almost as good as, “You have burped on the rootbeer…” The profile is cute and it is exciting that you are aware of fetal movement. It’s nice to see how well the baby is being nourished. Number 12 on your list is number 1 on mine. I can hardly wait.
Oh no! Is Karena going to beat my scores in Karaoke Revolution?? I’d better start practicing…
Jodie, you better start practicing….