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.
When you gain nearly 7 pounds and grow 3 1/2 inches in 2 months, you deserve to nap wherever, whenever. Even if it is while you are getting shots.
He hardly cried, even after they stuck three needles in his legs.
95TH IN WEIGHT??!! Bwahahahaha! What would that be like? Sooo funny, and I’ll bet he’s got the rolls to prove it (Oh how I wish Clark had rolly polly legs). Give him another 2 months and he’ll pass up Clark for sure!!! SOOOO cute!
He better not gain as fast as he has been. I don’t think my back can take it. The funny thing is, he doesn’t really look that chubby. At least not to me. Yes, his thighs are chubby, and he has a double chin, but what baby doesn’t? Mostly he is just . . . densely packed, we’ll say. He carries his weight very well, in my opinion.
I’ll bet that he has a very strong spirit. . . which in some way contributes to his weight. . . Yeah. . .
Too funny. All my kids have been lightweights, no rolls, no pudge (or very little)… Not to put the damper on things, but from what I hear, Micah was quite the Chubbyman when he was small… good luck to ya!
Yeah, I don’t think my genes are helping the boy out any, either. My mom says we were in the 90th percentile range. The child (or maybe my back?) is doomed. It is just funny that people like me and Micah can grow from such heavy babies. Or that such heavy babies can come from me and Micah.