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.
Okay, it’s not a bush. It’s a tree. And it isn’t on fire, it’s just aflame with the spirit of Fall. I love that it is right outside our window. It is helping me make up for the autumns we missed in Hawaii.We’ve been trying to get out to enjoy the foliage so last week we went to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens. We loved the herb garden, the Japanese garden, and the bonsai greenhouse the most.
We celebrated the season today by watching the most boring rivalry football game I can remember. How many times did OSU and Michigan punt the ball back and forth? I ended up reading a text book through most of the game, such was the excitement on the field. But we made buckeyes anyway, most of which we ended up taking to the branch Thanksgiving dinner this evening. The kids had a great time playing with Simon and pinning the tail feathers on the turkey. I spent the evening trying to keep smiling through all of the pictures that people were taking of Simon. I tell you, that kid is going to have a complex. We can’t go anywhere without people telling us he should be modeling or in commercials. I almost feel like we’re wasting an opportunity here, but he’s young. There’s still time. Maybe you’ll see his face on the cover of American Baby before too long.
Side note: My dad’s picture was on the front page of The New York Times this week. Can you guess which one he is?
I’m going to say he’s the second one in on the left, next to Mitt Romney. Am I right?
That’s my guess too, definitely the guy behind Mitt.
I third the guess! Love the picture of the red bonsai!
You’re all right. He looks just like himself. He was able to pin down the date of the photo, too. Oct. 21, 1968. But it feels like yesterday. Right, Dad?