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.
We ran to the beach on Saturday. You can read more about the run here. It was a momentous occasion, not only because it was our first trip to the beach since we moved here 3 years ago, but because we got to introduce Oliver to the ocean. Oliver is our water baby. He comes crawling as fast as he can whenever we start running the bath water. There have been a few times that he has almost gone head first into the tub, such is his love for the water. We expected him to love splashing around in the Atlantic. We did not factor his hatred of cold into our expectations. It went something like this:


Yeah. Oliver+Ocean=not so much. His brother, the one who runs in the other direction when the bath water is running, couldn’t get enough of the water. He begged us the entire time to take him back in the water. We’d take him until we couldn’t stand the cold any more (or the shells we were standing on), and then we’d warm up and he’d ask to be taken out again. Not at all what we expected. Not by a long shot.
I, for one, can hardly wait to go back in a couple of weeks.
This is funny! Asher hates bath water but, loves open water. After much experimenting, we discovered that it’s mostly warm water that he loathes. We haven’t really tried the ocean with him. I’m guessing that’s in our future though. How cool that you guys ran there and took the subway back!
I imagine Oliver will decide he doesn’t hate the ocean so much, but it may take a while before he changes his mind. I hate the ocean just looking at the poor kid’s face!
I have to admit, reading your blogs makes me wish I were a runner. It will never happen – my knees make sure of that – but you do make it sound like fun. And the beach, I love the beach! I’m sure that Oliver will warm up to it after another trip or two. :0)