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.
Remember back in the day when you used to play MASH with your sisters and it would lead to intellectual discussions about what you really wanted in a house, and how dogs are so much better than cats, and if you could choose your husband based on occupation, what kind of occupation would you choose? I’m sure there was lots of talk about doctors, dentists, engineers and actors. No mention of graphic designers, although I have found my marriage to one to be quite beneficial for reasons I could not have foreseen as a 13-year-old. But today I am wondering how on earth it slipped my attention that seeking a spouse amongst the classes of the Utah College of Massage Therapy would have actually been the way to go. Seriously.
Also, in case you wanted to text me, or you called me and left a message, or you wanted me to call you, forget about it. Somebody threw my phone over his shoulder and onto the hardwood floor and the touch screen no longer works. I don’t care if he’s wearing a tuxedo, he’s an animal. My phone is fairly useless except for calling one of the last 10 people who called me (Micah, Amanda, Micah, Abby, Mom, Amanda, Nicole, Becca, No Number, Micah). Oh, and he also learned to open the oven today. He’d better learn to make me some cookies pretty darn soon. (But not until the end of October.)

Ha ha, I remember playing MASH, so fun! I used to be certain it had something to do with the TV show, but I could never figure out the connection.
Sorry about the phone, that really bites. Any chance of being able to fix it or get a new one? A month or so ago, Cameron’s suddenly got busted, too. The screen was completely blank and wouldn’t show anything, and none of the buttons would work. Cell phones are wonderful, but can sure be frustrating!!
Micah actually managed to fix it. It’s not as pretty as it used to be, and I have to be more careful with it, but let’s hope it gets me through the next 8 months . . . .