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.
Whatever kind of test that was yesterday, I must have passed. Because, wow, today was awesome. Simon didn’t fight me to get dressed. He helped me clean the whole apartment — and I don’t just mean that he stayed out of my way. He cleaned his room and made his bed and vacuumed and put his books away. Oliver took a long nap while Simon and I worked, and even slept after we finished so that I had time to help Simon make his current favorite play-dough creations: a 7-legged elephant, a 6-legged squirrel, and a long, thin wiggly fish. We even had time to go to the playground before lunch, where Simon figured out two ways to climb up the tricky ladder and onto the equipment, a feat that has been thwarting him for weeks now. When it was time to go he came without complaint or comment. He ate the lunch I made for him. He went right to bed when I told him it was naptime.During his nap, I put Oliver’s crib together (we figured it was about time since he is about 26 inches long and his basket is only 28 inches). I cleaned the bedroom and played with Oliver, and when Simon woke up we went to the playground again where Micah met us when he got off the train and we all went home and made dinner together and I kept knocking on wood and keeping my fingers crossed that the magic would not be broken.
The boys are in bed now. The magic has not been broken.
HOORAY!!!! It's great to see that after long, exhausting days, you can have a really good day the next day. I'm so glad you had such a great day, you deserved it!
What a nice day!
HOORAY! I love those magical days. Opposition in all things really does help us recognize and savor the sweet.