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.
Sigh. Last night Simon was going to sleep soundly through the night (a rare thing in these days of blooming molars). And we were going to get a good night’s sleep for this busy day today. But it was not to be. Of course. However, Simon was not the culprit. No, we were awoken at some ludicrously dark hour by some other mammalian noise. It sounded rodent-like. And it was coming from inside the wall next to our bed. It also sounded like whatever creature was making the noise was in some sort of pain. Or angry. And there went our night’s sleep. We went out to our none-too-comfortable pull-out couch and passed the night there. When I wasn’t sleeping I was thinking about rats and when I was sleeping I was dreaming about rats. Most of the night I listened to the clicking of the second hand on the clock.
This doesn’t really compete with the centipede incident of 2005, but I assure you it will live long in my memory nonetheless.
Simon, of course, did sleep well through the night (aside from a few episodes of whimpering before we went to bed) and woke up chipper and energetic at 7:30 this morning.
mammalian noise- that was the best part of the story- oh and simon waking up at 7:30am– ambrose seems to prefer 5:30-6:30 for his waking hour.
Creepy! Hope you can get your maintenance people to track that down…