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.
Simon met his cousin Clark this week. Clark is 14 months old and the cousin nearest to Simon’s age (until October). I was a little bit worried about how they might get along and wondered if I would have to spend all of my time making sure they played nicely and that Simon didn’t body slam Clark or that Clark didn’t poke Simon’s eyes out. Oddly enough, the two seem fairly uninterested in each other. Simon was happy to look the other way as Clark played with the buttons on his vibrating chair. Such a relief. Give them a few years and they’ll be the best of friends.
I like his Junior Mints onesie.
I don’t know, I think Simon’s getting ready to slug Clark if he touches that middle button.
It’s a good thing Simon has short arms, eh?