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’re running the Ragnar Relay this May. It is 178 miles — Woodstock to the Bronx — and we are running it with 10 other people from our ward. It’s going to be awesome.
Except that we have to start training now. And it is cold. And the days are short. And we only have a single jogging stroller — not that Oliver is big enough to sit in a stroller yet anyway.
What that means is that I have to start waking up at 6:00 in the morning so I can go for a run in the early daylight before Micah goes to work. I prefer my mornings to start quite a bit later than that, but I also prefer 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep and that’s not going to happen any time soon.
You crazy people! I hope this thing is a relay, with the van mentioned and all, I would assume, but you know what they say about assuming anything.