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.
We had a great time at Conan and Missy’s house up in Michigan this past weekend. It makes me want to live in the country. Not right away, of course, but someday. While we were there we cooked up all sorts of delicious food, helped lay down some bamboo flooring, played lots of games (one of these days I’m going to win at Dutch Blitz . . . but probably not if I keep playing with Jodie), and went to a lake with a splash pad for the wee folk. Neils, Burke, Keane, and Clark all seemed to have a great time in the water, but Simon seemed, once again, fairly indifferent about the whole thing. We were expecting wails from him when we took him onto the splash pad, but all we got were a few startled expressions before he regained composure.
We keep telling him to keep a stiff upper lip and he seems to be catching on.
Sadly, while we were in Michigan Simon and Micah caught the cold I acquired at some point in our travels. Simon doesn’t seemed phased by the fact that he is really congested and his throat sounds sore. I’m kind of wondering what kind of kid we’ve got here. Doesn’t anything bother him? I’m not complaining, just wondering how we got to be so lucky.
We are SOO glad you came! Thanks for emailing us some photos, otherwise we would have only had 2. I didn’t see these adorable picks in my email, though… are you holding out on me?
haha! That first picture of Simon is so hilariously adorable. What a cute kid.
I also like the top picture. Kind of looks like a glamour(sp?)shot. Maybe he’ll go into modeling. Ü Glad to hear everything is going well.
He is still growing so much! As for Dutch Blitz, it is one of my favorite games!!! So are you still in Michigan? When will you be in New York? I miss you guys!
I love a fat baby in swim trunks – few things are more delightful! When we traveled last month I also seemed to be more bothered by Ambrose’s cold then he was. I think it is just part of being an attentive mama.
Lizzie and Micah, I have discovered what “kind of kid” you’ve got. You have a model on your hands, and he doesn’t want to ruin his baby-soft, wrinkle-free complexion by creating worry lines. The top photo proves he has great style in posing, and the second photo ensures he will be in high demand by agencies because of his smoldering eyes and pouty mouth.
You’re right Sarah, you are totally right. We’ve got to get this kid an agent. He’s going to make us millions.
-Lizzie (not Micah)