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.
Sandra Boynton was in the City on Saturday. Since “Fuzzy, Fuzzy, Fuzzy” was one of the first books Simon could read and Oliver brings us “Barnyard Dance” or “The Going to Bed Book” for storytime just about every night, we figured we would be bad parents if we didn’t take our children to see the famed author/illustrator. We even bought her latest book and had it signed for Simon for Christmas (shhh! don’t tell Simon!). Aside from the fact that the bookstore was absolutely packed, and that boys were kind of cranky and crazy and way too excited about having so many books at their fingertips, and that the artist would not allow people to take pictures with her lest they forget to turn off their flash and damage her eyes, we had a great time. Ha. Ha. Ha.

No, really, the book store was awesome. It’s probably a good thing it’s not within walking distance because I could easily go there every day and convince myself that my children need a new book if they are going to grow up to be upstanding members of society. And the singers who performed before the signing were fun as well. Bonus that we got some Christmas shopping done while we were at it.
It was also fun to be the parents of the children who were throwing books, being hit by books, crying about books, biting books, wanting to leave the store with books we hadn’t paid for and who showed absolutely no interest in the author/illustrator despite having been at least somewhat excited about it minutes before it was our turn to say hello to her.
Yeah, that was fun, too.
It’s always amazing how kids will be really excited for something, until it’s time to actually show that excitement. Samuel often does that with his grandparents and aunts – he can’t wait to talk to them on the phone…until the phone is at his ear and he goes silent!
Either way, though, how fun to get to have her autograph!! I don’t know any kid who doesn’t have at least 5 of her books, someday Simon and Oliver will both really appreciate her signed book. :0)
I just love how much your boys love books! I wish my 2nd graders felt the same way.
I think Oliver loves throwing them as much as reading them . . .