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.
Our Family Fun magazine came last week with a recipe for Baked Alaska. Since Simon’s best friends are states, I thought he might like to make a treat inspired by one of them. I told him maybe we could make it when Auntie Sarah came to visit, thinking that it would make a good send-off treat for her when she left. But as soon as she walked through the door on Sunday afternoon, Simon started asking about the Baked Alaska. So we changed our plans and had it for Family Home Evening last night.
Simon’s pronunciation is pretty good, if you ask me, but it does sound a bit like he is saying, “baked disaster” if you don’t know what he’s talking about. Or maybe “big disaster.” Thankfully these were not a disaster. They turned out well and they weren’t as hard as I thought they would be to make. (Although the fact that the recipe was in Family Fun as something to do with your kids should have tipped me off.) And even more thankfully, we still have 6 more cupcakes in the freezer, ready to be split in half, sandwiched with ice cream, topped with meringue and baked into deliciousness. 
I hate that Sarah gets to see you guys now, and though I come a week later, it’s like a month before I get to see you. Ah, such is life.
I just hope that when we finally get together there will baked state goodness for me to participate in as well.
Sorry about that, Abs. We’ll for sure have lots of baked deliciousness when you are here. You can bank on it.
Nope Abby. The baked state goodness is only for me. NO BAKED GOODNESS FOR YOU! (brownie points if you can guess the quote that inspired that)
I wish I could have FHE with you guys once in a while, those look to die for!!
Things like this make me even MORE excited to be moving just 4 hours away.