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.
On Monday night, I had the urge to start calling Oliver “Squishy” and I can’t shake it. I’ve been calling him Squishy all week now. Or Squish. Or Little Squish. Or Little Squishy. I don’t know why. This has never happened to me before and I find it somewhat strange. He’s actually starting to respond to it.
He’s also starting to say “Please.” For real. At least I think it is real. We’ve been teaching him to sign “more please” for a few months, and he has signed “more” a few times (although not consistently). But the past few days he has been saying “Please.” Sometimes he signs “more” and then says “please.” Of course, it sounds more like “peas” or “pea” but I think it’s pretty awesome.
And we’ve gotten him to tell us what a cow says a few times. Just for the record, both of our children think that a cow says, “Bbbb” or possibly “Boo.” Totally appropriate for the season. Maybe we’ll have Little Squish go as a ghost cow for Halloween, which is scarier than being a ghost and cuter than being a cow. Perfect. Then again, maybe we’ll recycle a previous costume from his older brother. That could be cool, too, right?

Thomas has started calling Asher “Sqeezy”… I’m not kidding. We should just start commenting in code to each other to save time:
WHTSL= we have the same life
WT?WSHTSLS!=What the heck? We seriously have the same life sometimes!
Squeezy… not Sqeezy
this comment would fit under:
IKIAETBDHMTI= I know I’m an English teacher, but don’t hold me to it.
That picture of Oliver fits so well with his nickname! I just want to squish his pinchable cheeks!
Love it! I’d love to squish his cheeks with kisses, myself!! Ah well, you’ll have to do it for me
Love you guys!