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.
We’ve found our song. Our going-to-bed song. Our cuddle-on-the-couch song. Our I’m-sad-and-tired-and-cranky song. Our giddy-happy-jumpy song.
And this is how it goes:
“I love you most, Mom.”
“I love you more than most.”
“I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.”
“I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck. A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap.”
“I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck. A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap. A barrel and a heap and I’m talking in my sleep. About you.”
“About me?”
“About you!”
“And what are you saying about me in your sleep?”
“I’m saying ‘Mom, you’re driving me crazy!’” (I can’t imagine how he came up with that line . . . )
I like our song. It feels good to have one.


Video? Please?
(cause Missy thinks it’s really cute
I’ll see what I can do. It may take a few days, but I’ll get on it.
Cute! I am way behind in reading your blog. My visiting teachers were just over yesterday and one of them was telling me that her little boy has decided that he’s going to marry her when he grows up. Simon hasn’t told you anything like that, has he?
What a great song to sing, you guys must have a lot of fun while you drive each other crazy. ;0) Are you a Guys and Dolls fan, then??
My high school performed Guys and Dolls my senior year, but I can honestly say that is the extent of my exposure to it. I like musicals, but I don’t necessarily go out of my way for them.
He hasn’t told me that, but boy oh boy is he in love with me. “Mom, I want you. I want you, Mom. I want to kiss you.” I feel like Pepe LePeu.