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.
I’ve been tempted to let Simon’s little golden curls grow, but I have it from several authorities that boys who had long hair as toddlers generally grow up to look with disgust at the pictures that show them in their golden-curled glory. So we cut Simon’s hair on Saturday. Just the sides, where the curls were the cutest. Sigh. But I have to say that I don’t think the boy’s cuteness is diminished in any way.
His haircut looks great, and I agree that his cuteness is in no way diminished.
I’m pretty sure that he’s cute no matter what his hair looks like.
Nate and I were wondering how you got such a perfect profile pose out of the boy. Maybe it is because he is ridiculously good looking, and that comes naturally.