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.
Well, this is a weird feeling. I don’t remember the last time things felt so normal around here, like we are actually doing what we are going to be doing for the next couple of years. I am not anxious about anything. I’m not overly excited about anything. I’m not bored or over-scheduled or trying to figure things out. I’m just being me. Running early in the morning, making breakfast, doing dishes, getting the boys dressed and out to go shopping or to the museum or institute or to do laundry, changing diapers, potty training, putting the boys down for naps, making dinner, trying to keep up with friends via e-mail and blogs and phone, planning Primary stuff, trying out new things (knitting, at the moment).You know. The usual.
In the back of my mind there are some things that I keep thinking about, but they are the unknowable things, things that I just have to be patient about and for the first time in . . . forever? I’m feeling fine with just waiting, just being. It is fun to speculate on how things will go, but I don’t feel the need to obsess about how much longer we can live in New York and where we will end up when we leave, or what our family will be like in 10 years, or when I’m going to be able to start (really) writing again and what my career will be like when the kiddies aren’t sapping my brain power 97% of the day.
I am content. And it’s lovely.
that is lovely! i think i am there too, but just the fact that i think i am maybe means that i am not. BUT as i was reading this i was thinking, yeah, that's me too!
That sounds so wonderful! I'm excited for you and I hope one day in the not-too-distant future I can post something similar!
I wish I felt this way! I think February is my hard month for some reason. Good job keeping a balance and finding time for everything!
*sigh* Lizzie, I am SO happy for you. Isn't it a great place to be? I am feeling much the same and it is heavenly.
I love those times in life when things are just going well. Enjoy it!! :0D