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.
Originally I was planning to letter-of-the-week posts every once in a while as Simon learned the alphabet, but he caught on a lot quicker than I thought he would, so now I am just doing it because I want to.
Today: The G Train.
The G train is the only subway line that doesn’t go into Manhattan (shuttle trains don’t count). It is kind of funny looking on the map as it crosses from Queens into Brooklyn, through territory no other subway line even gets close to. I must admit that I was skeptical about the G line early in our time here. We rode the G up to Greenpoint (the northern most neighborhood in Brooklyn) one Saturday to go get some free wood that was listed on Craigslist. We had to wait a very long time for the train and it didn’t really connect to any “useful” subway line. But now we ride the G train regularly and I kind of like its quirkiness. I like that it is only 4 cars long (most trains are at least
and that it stops in the middle of the platform — even though it means we have had to run for it on several occasions. That’s okay because the G train is so much more personable than the other trains. The conductor sees a lady with a small child running for his train and he kindly waits until she gets there, often smiling and nodding as they cross through the doors, which he closes behind them.
And of course Simon loves the G train. Well, any train really. It used to be that if I wanted to get him excited about going out somewhere I’d say, “We’re going on the train! Let’s get your shoes on so we can go on the train!” But he doesn’t fall for that any more. He has to know which train. “Gee? Gee?” he’ll ask (or “Cee?” or “Ess?” or “En?” or “Aar?”) and I’ll tell him which trains we’ll take to which places. And then he will sometimes be happy to let me put his shoes on. And then he will remind me every few minutes what train we are going on and ask if we are still on track to ride the promised trains. I can see us relating very strongly to this in a couple of years.
Oh how I miss the subway, let me count the ways! I still haven’t figured out how to get Samuel and the groceries out of a car… I’m so impressed with how much Simon is learning, good job!
That’s awesome! You definitely learn a different set of skills as a city kid. So cute!