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.
That is what Simon says about 258 times every day. He says it when he takes off his pajamas. He says it when he puts on his clothes. He says it when he takes off his clothes. He says it when he puts on his pajamas. He says it when he turns on the light. He says it when he locks the door. He says it when he gets the vitamins. He says it when he opens his apple juice. He says it when gets Oliver’s burp rag. Yesterday we spent a good 20 minutes in the coat room at church while Simon put on his boots and hat and scarf and gloves all by himself. (If I even touched any of the gear, he had to take it off and start all over.) (And, amazingly enough, he got the boots on all by himself, even though it takes me a good deal of pulling to get them on him all by myself.)
This morning he added his diaper to the list of things he wanted to do all by himself. When he came out of his room a few minutes later, it looked like he thought it was backwards day. Yes, even his diaper was on backwards. (After he used the potty he let me put his diaper and pants back on, so we got things sorted out.)
When he isn’t giving me a headache, he sure does make me laugh.
What's Simon eating here? That's such a cute picture! I'd love to be able to see things from his perspective. What a good first child and awesome big brother!
He is eating naan and hummus, one of his favorites.
Yeah, he is a really good first child. He is so independent, though, that sometimes I forget he is only 2 and still needs a lot of help with things and still has a lot to learn. Like how to tell if he is going to pee and what to do about it.
SO fun. I love this stage, actually. Kids just crack me up with the ways they see to do things. It's never efficient, but man are kids determined! Way to go Simon!