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.
So, pardon me for being mathematically disinclined, and I’m sure I’ve asked this before… but what exactly does Pi day commemmorate? The day that infinite number was discovered? Just curious.
Pi Day is celebrated on March 14–3/14 or 3.14. Nothing really mathematical or historical, just the number itself in the form of a date, but it has been our little tradition to celebrate it by making pies since we got married (so this is the third year).
I had to check the blog…I knew you would blog your festivities and the pies look delicious!
they look delish!
You know, pi (or pie) day completely flew by me this year. But no matter. I’m not really a huge fan of pie. It’s all about the crust with me, and I usually don’t like it very much.
it’s pi day and also einstein’s birthday and also my birthday. i celebrated with pie (pizza and sweet-za) in the park with 24 great friends and fantastic weather that came just for me.
Happy belated birthday, Becca! I want you to know that even though I didn’t call, or write, or do anything else that a good friend would do, I made (and ate) both pies in your honor.