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.
Long ago on the shore of a deep blue sea lived a man and his wife. They lived in a nice little house and the man designed stuff for a living. One day the wife said, “Husband, I want to get off this island. Let’s go live in the big city so I can go to school.” The man loved the little island and was sad to go, but thought it was for the best. The couple and their young son flew over the ocean and across a continent and moved into a little tiny apartment in a very big city. They settled in and were happy.
Soon the young son began to grow bigger. He was noisy and the couple could not sleep at night because he was so close to them. The wife said, “Husband, I want to get out of this apartment. It is too small. I want a bigger one.” So the couple looked and looked for a new place to live. They rode trains all over the city to look at more tiny apartments. Finally, they found one with big kitchen, a big living room, and, best of all, a little room for their son. The couple packed up their belongings and moved into their new home. They painted the walls and were happy.
Before long the couple realized that their new home felt empty and cold with just their few belongings. The wife said, “Husband we cannot move again. We must work very hard to make this place our home. This is what we need . . .
Bathroom:
Living Room:
Bedroom:
Simon’s room:
. . . and then we can truly be happy.”
i like this story but is there a to be continued… ?
Only when we get through the list. It’ll be a while yet, I’m afraid. Sorry to leave you in suspense.
This story reminds me of “the giving tree.” I know the feeling of wanting everything to have a place so that your place feels like home. Good luck with your list.
I love the narration, very fun to read. Good luck getting all of that stuff, I’m sure you will sooner than you think.
So entertaining! And so true. Ü