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.
With Simon’s teeth. Or lack thereof. I know this because a few days ago I had a dream that one of his top teeth started to come in. I showed Micah and Mom Heiselt and as I was showing them the tooth, it started to grow. And then the rest of his teeth started to grow in as well. And they kept growing, really fast. And then they fell out and his permanent teeth started to grow in. And they kept growing and then they fell out. My joy turned to disappointment as I realized we were going to have to get dentures for our 8 month old baby.But the dream was only one manifestation of my obsession. We have attributed every bout of moodiness since he was 3 months old to teething. I have been searching his gums for teeth earnestly for several months now. Two weeks ago when we were at JFK waiting for our flight I was certain I saw signs of the coming ivories. And then he got a fever and was super cranky, which surely meant those little nubs were just about to bust through his gums. But I have been met only by disappointment. Until last night.
Last night Simon woke up screaming every hour (usually just one sharp scream followed by a sleepier scream until we could do something to help him). And this morning I looked at those little gums and there is certainly a white spot that looks like the tip of the proverbial iceberg. I hope to report continued progress by the end of the week.
Photo courtesy of Will’s fancy-shmancy new camera. Simon is displaying both his empty mouth and his awesome flying skills.