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 don’t always have the best sense of proportion. Or size. Or something like that. Every now and then we’ll come up with a project, do a bunch of calculations, get to work, and then be totally shocked at the results. Case in point, the laundry basket. This was one of the final projects on our “baby due” list and the one that was in the works for the longest. Micah came up with the design months ago and then it sat on the bottom of the project pile until we couldn’t stand it any more. In the final weeks of pregnancy we put it all together, and then when it was completed, we stood back and laughed at ourselves. The basket was huge. Ginormous. How had we miscalculated so grossly? We would clearly never be able to fill the entire thing. I told Micah that if I really needed something to make me laugh while I was in labor, just point to the laundry basket.And then Oliver was born and we were forced to laugh at ourselves again. Never be able to fill the whole thing? Or maybe we’d fill it to overflowing on the first try . . . . It took Micah two trips to the laundromat do the laundry. We filled four washing machines. Babies. Such amazing laundry-generating capabilities in such small packages.
I seriously thought "man it'd be really nice to have a laundry basket that big!" Too funny!
they really do and that basket is (sing this part) awwweeesome! love it.
What is it made of and how did you make it?
I'd love to hear how you made that! I know we could use a few!!!
Ha ha, that's awesome. The things you forget after the first time around. ;0) What a fun picture of Simon, too!
LOL that's so great!