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 is kind of having the birthday that wouldn’t end. But we’ll get to that in a minute. First, I just wanted to tell you that I made this key lime cheesecake for Micah.
I put 32 candles on it, lit them all, and we sang the longest birthday song ever (Blackhurst family tradition), and then he blew out the candles and we each had a piece (except for Oliver). It was pretty tasty, if you’re into that sort of thing. You know, the cheesecake/key lime pie kind of thing. It’s all gone now. Sorry we didn’t save any for you. Maybe next time.
And then the birthday party that won’t end began. Because the next night we got out the same cake, put another candle on it and let Oliver have a go. He was a little bit afraid of the flaming cake in a dark room both nights, but managed to get over it enough for us to get a decent birthday picture.
And then he opened his present, we played around a bit, and the tired, sick birthday boy went to bed.
And the wee one stuffed as much as he could into his mouth and then realized he was really tired and would rather go to bed. Which is where he is right now.
You might think that is the end of the birthday story, but you would be wrong. We’ve still got the birthday bash with friends coming up. We had to reschedule because something about puking babies makes parents a little skittish about bringing their own wee ones over to play. And this particular mom wasn’t too excited about getting a party ready while the birthday boy was languishing in his crib. Nor about the birthday boy doubling as the party pooper.
So we get to celebrate this little munchkin one more time. No complaints here. He’s only going to be one once. And it’s kind of a big deal.








I love how perfectly captured is the sentiment I feel towards sugar in the last picture. Hand over hand into my mouth it goes!
Happy Birthday to both Micah and Oliver!!! How fun to get to celebrate so many times, I think that’s the way all one year olds should celebrate. :0) Those cakes both look incredible, I might have to pay you to make my birthday cake next year. ;0)