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.
For Father’s Day Micah decided to start teaching his son the craft of photography. Although Simon does not yet have the manual dexterity to hold a camera, he did a great job as the photographer’s assistant by keeping the other babies looking at the camera. It was hilarious. I don’t even want to know how many times I heard, “Look at the baby’s toes! Look at the baby’s toes!” in the 45-minute shoot Micah did for his boss’s family reunion. It seemed to go well, and it was fun for me to see Micah in art director mode, even if it was just for a couple of group shots–nothing fancy.
We also had the delightful experience of running into some “family” of sorts at church. Our sister-in-law, Missy, has a twin sister, Liz, who was in Hawaii with her family for her brother-in-law’s wedding. (Put a gold star on your forehead if you followed that little chain.) Out of all of the sacrament meetings they could have gone to, they some how found their way to ours. They were kind enough to let us crash their Father’s Day festivities, and I can’t tell you how great it was to be invited over for Sunday dinner. We had such a great time. The Harmons really made us feel like family, and since Liz and Missy look and sound so much alike, I totally forgot that I’d actually only met her briefly three years ago and we were not, in fact, best friends. We decided that Simon and her son Reid would probably be great friends as well if given a little more time together.
Reid is actually three months older than Simon, and although he is taller than Simon, they probably weigh about the same. Simon behaved himself throughout the night, which we took to mean that he was having as much fun as we were. What a great way to start the week.