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.
Last night I dreamt that Micah was appointed President of the United States. It seemed very arbitrary for “them” to choose him and yet it made absolute sense as well. Soon after we were informed of his new position we got on a plane. Micah sat across the aisle from me and I sat next to . . . Hillary Clinton. Her first question: “So, what does your husband do?” It was an awkward moment to say the least.
That is hilarious. That’s really funny that you’re dreaming about awkward moments with Hilary Clinton.
I would vote for Micah way before I would vote for a lot of other people! So, out of curiosity, what did you reply to Hillary?
very awkward.