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.
The Adventures of Micah and Lizzie continue. We had some errands to run down in town today, and afterwards we went to a little TNT (Leukemia & Lymphoma Society’s Team in Training) Christmas/End of Honolulu Marathon Party. The party started at 5:30, but we didn’t finish with our errands until almost 6:00, so we were running a little bit late. No surprise there. Even when we plan for bad traffic we end up being late because we didn’t plan for there not to be any Eastbound on-ramps to the freeway. And then there was the tricky little part about us forgetting to bring the actual address of the place we were trying to go. A slight miscommunication on our part. Let me assure you it will not happen again.

But there we were, 45 minutes late, heading in the right direction but not really knowing where we were going. Then, off to the left, we see a car with a TNT license plate frame. A twist of fate? We decide it must be. For the next 20 minutes we tail this car as closely as we dare. And, just as we suspected, when we got to the general vicinity of the party they started to slow down and look at addresses. They missed the turn-off once or twice, and we were pretty sure we were scaring them by following them so closely, but they were our only hope of getting to the party. It was quite miraculous if you ask me. Oahu’s southside is not a small place, and the chances of us seeing that license plate frame right then were quite slim indeed. The chances of them actually going to the same place we were? Even slimmer. When we pulled in we found that the driver was our friend Gail, and she hadn’t even noticed the creepy couple in the maroon Passat in her rearview mirror.
We had a great time at the party and realized that we are going to miss the TNT crowd a lot when we leave here. Good thing they have chapters all over the US. You can bet we’ll be keeping our eyes out for them.
Fun story. I enjoyed that one.
So great how the Lord keeps his eye out for us… even in the little things.
Great Story. If we only knew how closely we were being tracked, I wonder how differently we would live.