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.
Five years today. Funny how even though it is really a normal day, it isn’t. I’ve been able to remember back to what it was like when we were dating and catch glimpses of important moments from the past five years and to generally look more deeply and intently on our relationship so that I’ve seen it in a way that I haven’t seen it in a long time — in the big picture/grand scheme of things kind of way. And, granted, this was happening in between Oliver’s feedings and Simon’s requests and running errands and deciding how to make the day special with two small children, a small budget, and the cold temperatures, (we ended up ordering in Mexican and renting Harry Potter 6 from iTunes and promising ourselves we’ll go see a show in a week or two when the tourists have all gone home) but in doing so I think I was able to catch glimpses of what the next several years can bring as well. The kids will be older, we will (I hope) have more breathing room financially, and Micah and I will keep growing together as we have been doing for the past five years.
I am happy that we still laugh as much as we do, that even though we anticipate the jokes, we still find them funny. I am happy that we are not afraid to try new things or to do things differently or to leap before we know where we are going to land. And I am happy that even when both the boys are screaming and the apartment could use some cleaning and we hardly have any food in the fridge* that we can still make eyes at each other across the table and play footsie under it, even while we are each occupied with calming the kids and we can’t even hear each other talk. In short, I think we are doing well.
-Lizzie
(yes, this is my journal entry from a few days ago)
*because we are too lazy to go out in the cold and buy some, not because we are destitute.
Happy Anniversary!!! Five years, that's a pretty great milestone. :0) I'm glad they've been such great ones!
Cute. Thanks for sharing this one with us- I'm still trying to not fear experimenting with new things- specifically with my cooking! I've got plenty of good recipes thanks to you!