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.
My brother Jarom comes home from his mission to Ukraine tomorrow (or today, depending on which time zone you are in), so we thought we would give him (and everybody else who doesn’t get to see Simon for a few more months) an up close look at the little guy. Just for the record, Simon has really pretty blue-gray eyes that we love. We’re hoping he can hang on to them forever, but I’m thinking they are doomed to turn brown after too much longer. I guess we’ll enjoy them while we can. Welcome home, Jar.
For some reason, the part that gets me the most are his toes. They are so cute! As are his hands, and his eyes, and his nose, and his mouth . . .
And his hair, right? You dig his hair?
I dig his hair. This is exactly the sort of picture that I needed to see. Thanks very much.