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.
That’s my new goal. Starting this week, Simon has a music class at 9:30 on Thursdays and (possibly) a playgroup the same time on Fridays. We need to leave for church by 9:30 on Sundays and I have found that if I can get us all ready by 9:30, the world is our oyster. Meaning that I can usually get more than one errand done and still have time to take Simon to a playground before lunch and naptime. Which leaves our after-naptimes a little bit more free to do other fun things, like go to the playground again, or put together the big puzzle for the 539th time, or make dinner together. Or, more likely, go for a run. Because that’s the way we roll these days. And it leaves naptime open for me to work, guilt-free, on other special projects because I have been so productive in the morning that there is really nothing left for me to do but whatever I darn well please.
That is the theory. So far (by which I mean today), it has worked passably well. Yeah, we were shooting for 9:30 and didn’t get out until 10:15, but the line at the post office was non-existent, so we made up time there, and Simon wasn’t too excited about the playground so 15 minutes was more than enough time for him to play before we had to go to Oliver’s check-up. (During which we were informed that Oliver is a “completely normative” child of 18 lbs. 10 oz. and 27 inches. Way to be average, Kiddo.) And we still had time for grocery shopping before we needed to head home. Lucky day!
So, 9:30 is the goal. Hold me to it.
Hmm.. maybe when I’m there I can help with the getting-ready process. That is, if Simon likes me and doesn’t throw a fit if I help him.
That should be my goal for when I’m in New York as well. Always ready to go by 9:30.
That sounds pretty good. Samuel tends to wake up with the sun, so it always amazes me how I feel so lazy during the winter and I can’t make it out of the house by 10:00, but during the summer I can’t seem to find anything to do all day because we’re up by 6:00. Crazy how it changes things, right? It will be interesting to see how things work when we have two kids who probably won’t be on anything like a similar schedule for quite a while… I plan to stay home a lot. ;0)
I know it’s only Wednesday, but so far, so good. And the next day we actually have things that start at 9:30, so there’s some good motivation there.
Fabulous! I’m glad you’re finding your groove. I’m still impressed you can run errands (plural!) in just a couple of hours. Just going to the grocery store with all 4 takes at least that long, and sometimes longer! I’m finding my magical hour is 5:30am… if I can get ME up and running (literally) then my whole day goes smoother.