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.
FHE tonight. Simon is drawing a picture of how to be a good friend on his magna doodle. Micah is watching. I am cooing at Oliver.
“Ooh, what’s this? What’s this?” I ask Oliver, stroking his chubby cheek.
“Chubby cheeks,” Simon deadpans. He doesn’t even look up from his magna doodle.
Micah laughs for five minutes straight.
Am I really so predictable that even my 2-year-old is on to me?
hahahahaha! sounds familiar.
It's midnight here, and I'm doing what I can to not wake Hilary from laughing. Simon is one kid with sass. I love that boy.
That's hilarious, Simon knows his stuff! It's always good to have something to laugh about. :0)
I so needed that! And I must add that the picture matches the post perfectly. Ü Tell Simon thanks from Auntie Becca.