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.
Remember a few months ago when I pitched a story and it was accepted? Well, it’s running this week at Babble.com. I am pleased with how the story turned out, although I honestly don’t think that Simon would be talking even if I hadn’t taught him sign language. I had a different ending originally, one that said more forcefully that some form of communication is better than no communication at all and that We understand each other just fine, thank you very much Dr., but my editor wanted something a little more “self-deprecatory” to keep the tone of the piece more consistent. So it is what it is. I wish that I could do a follow-up or something to talk about the really fun parts of signing, like the “potty train” incident I blogged about a week or so ago. The editor really likes this piece and encouraged me to pitch her some more, so maybe I’ll get my chance.
And I need to give a big shout out to Stephanie Robertson for having Babble linked on her blog, because I never would have known about it otherwise. Stephanie, thank you for helping me find a way to exploit my child for money.