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.
Mom Heiselt visited us for the past several days and even though it was kind of supposed to be a vacation, we put her to work doing lots of manual labor. She assures us that projects like the ones we did are her favorite thing, and we were glad to bring her lots of joy via several trips to Home Depot and IKEA, hands stained with wood stain, and the scent of polyurethane.
Not only that, but we were able to drive around Brooklyn (cars can be lovely sometimes) for a few days, go to the temple, get a new sewing machine (the one we were using was on long-term borrow and, sadly, was needed by its original owner), and wave to the Statue of Liberty from the shores of Battery Park. (Note to self: Simon loves to watch the boats. Why didn’t I think of that?)
And in the end, not only is our freezer and our cupboards stocked with more food than we know what to do with, the Baby-Due List (things to do before the baby is due) was significantly dented. The bookcases have new backs, the paint has been mostly touched up, Simon’s new toddler bed is taking shape and the bookcase we picked up on the side of the road is just about ready to be reassembled. This weekend we’ll sew some new curtains and finish up some other randomness. And then I can go into labor.
Thanks, Mom, for making it possible.
mom's are the best. =)
when is your due date again?
Ohh! I really like Sister Heiselt! It looks like you all had fun. I can't wait to see the new guy! I hope he comes as soon as you are ready
How fun, isn't it nice to have a mom in town?? Good luck getting those last few things done before little Roscoe arrives!!
I'm due on the 18th . . . a mere two weeks from today. I can't believe how fast this pregnancy has gone.
What do you mean "supposed to be a vacation?" Isn't that what everyone does to relax? Of course, maybe it's an inherited thing.
LOL too true, Conan. I still remember my first Heiselt-style vacation in which we backpacked for three days, built a raft, sling shots, burned out bowls, and somebody whittled a little ark.