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.
Micah tells me that I woke up twice last night to tell him it was his turn to take care of Oliver. I have no memory of either event. Apparently after we rolled into bed at 12:40 (and then I promptly rolled back out to feed the wee one), I decided I was done for the night and that Oliver was too. It felt good to be that tired and to sleep like the dead for 6 1/2 hours. I think we had earned it. We put roughly 30 miles on our legs between Saturday evening and Tuesday morning over the course of 4 separate runs — and Sunday was a rest day. The Ragnar Relay is a month away and it’s about time we got serious about training. So it’s no wonder that I slept like a rock. It’s a shame I was too tired to let Micah do the same.
Incidentally, these two make wonderful running buddies. Oliver becomes mute the second we put him in the stroller and Simon reminds us to stop at all the lights. And together they provide the resistance needed for a much harder workout than we’ve put ourselves through in a while. Especially going up hills. We love us some nice hills. They take our breath away.
The boys look so cute! Our three mile run took my breath away the other day and we didn't have any hills to speak of! I'm so excited for your relay and have decided that if signing up for another race is the only way to get me motiviated to run I'd better do it! Can't wait to hear about it!