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.
At least when it comes to making homemade patterns and sewing things from them. Of course, pants are much easier, much more forgiving, and I’ve made several pairs of pants in my life. But still, I think it is a bit of an accomplishment to have done it with a pattern I made and to have done it in less than one naptime. (Measuring things in naptimes is becoming my new favorite thing.) The most difficult part of the process was stealing the elastic for the waistband from another pair of pants. Plus, Oliver makes them look sooo good, don’t you think? And so what if the legs are about 3 inches too long? He could grow 3 inches in 2 weeks, right?