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.
In the past two days, Simon has been flying (with wings made from a pillow), been on a boat (fashioned from our couch), turned our rug into water, and informed me that 7 members of my family, as well as several of my friends (the ones who are coming over right now, whoever they may be), are crocodiles.

I know I usually claim his good looks, and his incredible intellect, but I would also like to make it known that he gets his sense of people/crocodiles from me. Just putting it out there.
My goodness, he looks so grown up in the picture!!! I love what kids are able to imagine. Samuel is just starting to imagine things – earlier today, his blanket was a chimney with smoke coming out of it! I’m excited for more adventures soon. :0)