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.
I took the boys to the store this evening. It was cloudy, but I thought we had enough time to do the shopping before the rain came. It is a mistake I make frequently. We hadn’t even gotten through the produce section when Micah called to talk about the biggest, fastest rainstorm he’d seen in years. We waited out the worst of it, then walked home with just a few drops falling on us. We turned down our street to see this:
There seemed to be something in our way. Oh, yes, it was a tree. A tree that miraculously missed all cars, windows, and people, but did manage to smash a bit of fence. This particular tree was three doors down from our house, but our super says there is one right in front of our building that has also rotted through the middle and will surely be next. Goody.
Here are some other views of the poor thing.
Bunches of neighbors swarmed the tree as I was taking pictures and within an hour or so all of the leafy parts had been disposed of, leaving just the trunk and the big branches to be dealt with in the morning. With the clean-up crew and all of the gawkers and picture-takes (us included), it felt almost like a regular old block party. Odd how events like this really bring people together.
Micah and I went running when things had calmed down a bit. I started from our place, Micah started from work, and we met at the park. Abby watched the boys. The destruction was pretty amazing, especially in the park. Lots of branches all over the roads. Traffic was backed up, but it made the run more interesting. We had to stay on our toes more than we usually do. I’m glad we got to see it and be a part of the community event, but I hope it doesn’t happen again any time soon.



wow–first, your street is very colorful–looks great. second, glad you survived the storm (tornado?) yesterday, and even went running. that’s keeping it cool.
Falling trees are really scary!! I’m glad it didn’t hit anyone or anything, that’s a pretty big miracle in NYC. I’m glad you all survived the tornado okay!