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.
You know you are embarking on a wonderful phase of parenthood when you spend twenty minutes looking for your cellphone and find it in the bottom of the garbage can.
Really Simon, if you think I spend too much time talking on the phone, you can just tell me.
that is so funny! babies just love cell phones- it’s universal. i love it. my friend jonathon didnt realize his had been thrown away by his daughter until it was too late… yikes.
Look at the bright side. At least you’re not spending 20 minutes looking for a cell phone that’s been in your purse the whole time.
I love it! That’s really cute. Those are the kind of fun stories you put in baby books to laugh at 10 years from now. Kids are the best.