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.
Micah woke up to find a mouse trying to swim in Simon’s little bathtub yesterday. He scooped it out in a can and sent it out with the trash before he went to work and then I sanitized the bathroom in the afternoon. It was disturbing to find a mouse in the bathtub, yes, but more disturbing because now we have no idea where it came from and how we can prevent any future invaders from breaching the walls of our fortress.
Also, when Micah told me what he had found, he told me very slowly. “There’s a mouse . . . in Simon’s . . . bathtub.” Which gave me sufficient time to fill in blanks before he got there. In Simon’s . . . potty. In Simon’s . . . bedroom. In Simon’s . . . crib. In Simon’s . . . diaper bag. So now whenever I go into Simon’s room or whatever, I half expect to find a mouse. Keeps me on my toes.
This is the one I would have chosen to start my week with considering the options, but hearing your description makes me think twice.
We’ve had a few mice in our house. It is funny because the first time I saw one I almost had a heart attack but after a little bit, one ran through the living room while we were watching a movie and I barely flinched. I think we found where they were getting in though and blocked it off, so we haven’t seen one for a while. They are kind of nasty when you don’t know where they’ve been.
Gross. For some reason this reminds me of Anne of Green Gables. And the flour. Ech. I’m so sorry and hope that you don’t have to deal with any of his little friends.