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.
But occasionally I think it might be nice to put Simon in one so that the cuteness is in no way diminished by the destructive capabilities. Although the destructive capabilities of someone who wears a size 3 diaper and has only two nubby little teeth is endearing in its own right. I think it must be his way of saying, “Mama, forget about your homework and come play with me.” I love having the invitation.
Editor’s note: this photo is one of the boy’s lesser accomplishments. I sometimes feel that my job is similar to a re-shelver at a library. Somehow, there are always more books to be put away.
Think of it like this: Simon is beginning to develop a love of books and learning at a very early age. Maybe that will make your “librarian” job more fulfilling.
I was at my neighbor’s house one day for a dinner and these older ladies were going on about how they never child proofed their houses, their children just knew better. I’m not sure if they were lying but I’m not sure how you teach a baby not to get into everything either. I say, let kids explore to their hearts content.
hey, james is in a size three too, and going on 4 months! how old is your boy now?
That’s why we dedicated the bottom 2 shelves to Clark’s toys and books. I’m still picking up after him, but I’m not as worried about him ruining books I paid $.80 for instead of $80 for.
Have fun.
Melanie, Simon started wearing 3s when he was about 4 or 5 months, but he just hasn’t grown out of them yet.
I also don’t know how you teach a child not to get into things. Every time I tell Simon that it is unacceptable for him to taste test the banana peel that has been sitting in the trash can all day, he laughs at me. And I wish he were as excited about me reading books to him as he was about touching the pages. I think he inherited a paper obsession from his father.
Too funny. Yeah, we’ve pretty much relegated the lower shelves to children’s books as well. And tupperware.
With Neils, he really was one of those kids. With his toddlerhood Christmas tree, we would tell him “no” and put him in a different part of the house. He would immediately make a bee line for the living room, and we’d do it again. After a day he just got it. That has not been a repeat experience with any of our other children however.