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.
Some things I am loving about Manchild 1 these days:
1. That he places things on top of his floor puzzle so it doesn’t get away.
2. How he is learning to move his body: lots of twisting and spinning and jumping and hopping going on these days.
3. His rediscovered love of unlocking and locking every door and gate between our apartment and the outside world.
4. The little obsession he has with the illustrated New Testament we’ve been reading out of. (“What chapter are we on tonight, Mom? Forty-five or forty-six? Forty-six, I think.”)
5. The speed at which he learns new things . . . when it doesn’t even look like he’s paying attention. Like when we go to music class and he sits and reads a book the whole time and then comes home and sings all the songs that I have already forgotten.
6. How he looks in his new Sunday pants. Which are much too big. (You were right Sarah, but he’ll grow into them . . . if they don’t get holes in the knees first.)
7. That he wanted to take “Fox in Socks” back to the library because it says it is a dangerous book and he doesn’t like dangerous things.
8. The way he says, “Mom, mom, I want you,” and curls up in my lap when he doesn’t want to go to sleep.
9. How he asks Oliver for things (to borrow Oliver’s book or eat some of Oliver’s food) and then informs me that Oliver can’t talk.
10. Making stuff up. “We are going to put the cornmilk (cornmeal?) in jars, and then put them in the oven. And then they are going to be really really hot, so we will put them on the rug.” “And where are we going to get the cornmilk?” “From Auntie Becca. She got it from institute after she taught her class.”


Hahaha! I still love #7, and I can’t believe I got all the way to 100! He’s so cool.
*I meant I can’t believe HE got all the way to 100.
Wow! Simon’s going to love to read this when he’s older. Thanks for sharing all of these things with us- I smiled at all of them, but especially the Fox in Socks one because that is just so adorable- smart boy- I don’t like dangerous things either!
Sarah showed us the video of him saying all the states. I think that is incredible. I admire Simon’s fascination with numbers and letters and so many other things. What’s the story with the cheese snob?
That’s so fun, it’s really amazing to realize just how much Simon has grown up since we left Brooklyn. I still picture him the little shy boy who barely spoke but could sign just about anything!