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.
We went for a run last Friday. We planned to stop at a pizza parlor afterward and then head to the park so Simon could play on the slides and we could enjoy the weather. But as we we ran down the street towards the pizza, Micah stopped me.
What a find he had found just sitting by the side of the road, all sad and neglected. It was a bookcase. The style was exactly the same as the lovely bookcase that we inherited from Micah’s grandparents. It was stained differently, and missing the glass doors, and only three sections tall, and slightly beat up. But it was just sitting on the curb waiting for someone to take it away. We were about two miles from home, so we started calling everyone we knew who has a car. And was in town. And was not at ward temple night. It was a very short list. No dice. But what did that matter? We had wheels of our own. Simon was happy to walk (and then be carried) while the bookcase took his place in the stroller.
So we walked the two miles home and I only wish I’d counted the number of funny looks we got. We stopped and picked up some pizza closer to home, and it rode on top of the bookcase in the stroller. It was only then that anybody actually said something about our predicament: “That’s a [heck]uva pizza wagon you have there,” he said. It sure was.
awesome!
Ooooo I LOVE that bookcase that you guys have! I'm sure those will clean up nicely!
Wow, I can't wait to see the finished product.
Ha, that's awesome! You guys are giving Amy a run for her money for getting an impressive amount of items in/on a stroller! :0)