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.
I expected this morning to be met with tears and tantrums. Refusals to bathe, be diapered, dressed, and shod. Perhaps even a stand against breakfast. The child had two days in which his parents ignored his bedtime (once for the chance to enjoy “The Muppet Movie” at a pier on the Hudson, the other because of the %#$@ Staten Island Ferry and other joys of MTA dependency) and had suffered a major breakdown last night approximately 10 minutes before we got home from our trip to the suburban borough. (We ended up running down the road from a train station almost a mile away with Simon acting as our warning siren.)
So I was less than optimistic about our chances of getting to church on time, or of me being a very happy person by the time we finally got there. And then the child set out to prove me wrong. Never in my life did I think that he would go get a new diaper after only being asked once, or that he would request to be clothed instead of reading books, or that it would take him less than 5 minutes to find a pair of socks that were worthy of his feet, or that he would demand that I stop doing dishes and take him to church. We were out the door in record time, caught an early train, and arrived at church 30 minutes before it started. Simon sat nicely while we read books and listened to prelude music, and, as has become his habit, tried to be the first kid to the Nursery once Sacrament meeting was over. He kindly escorted his parents out the door and was full of hugs and happiness when they picked him up two hours later.
I have an idea. Let’s do that everyday.
What a dream! Oh I'm so happy for you! Please have Simon call Ambrose. Maybe he can give amby a few pointers.
Yay!! Don't you love days like those?? It's always when you least expect them.
Samuel all of a sudden figured out how to say Simon the other day, and now he says it all of the time. I think he misses him a lot!
Delightful! What I want to know is when did Simon get his haircut? Handsome boy! Love, Grandma
Simon got his haircut last week. I did it and it was quite an ordeal, but I think it looks pretty good. It was actually haircutting week for all of us last week. I think when all was said and done, there was more hair on the floor than there was on our heads.
Seriously! Simon, what a big boy you are!
So cute! Alright Lizzie, I think I'm caught up! Ü