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.
Oliver tried to eat soap.
Oliver fell off our bed. I was asleep in it at the time.
Oliver got himself a nice bruise from the bookcase that he tried to break with his forehead.
A random stranger gave us a King Kong umbrella when we were half a block away from our house. It was raining lightly. I took it for the sake of the baby.
Auntie Abby has become at least a temporary Brooklynite and honorary 5th member of our family.
The official results of our half-marathon were finally posted. (I came in 5th among women with a 1:36:05; Micah came in 8th in his age group with a 1:36:05.)
And we’ve put just about all of our stuff away. Just about.



Great job on the half marathon! I’m impressed!
Fun! How lucky to have your sis there! I am definitely envious. I would love that set-up. Congrats on making such good time on the half! I love your cute boys!