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.
Micah and I may or may not have spent several hours Sunday night being giddily gleeful and laughing like school girls. The reason? We threw a party. And people came. And they enjoyed it. To top it off, it was the easiest party to prep for, a snap to clean up, and the goodies were all so tasty. Did I mention our children behaved themselves perfectly? So excuse our spontaneous high fives. We just have to remember how awesome we are every now and then.
Okay, so maybe some of the gleeful giddiness was spurred by the memory of the Christmas party of 2008. The one in which we spent hours and hours baking cookies only to have one couple show up. If I remember correctly, it did snow that night. And the sidewalks were treacherously icy. But that was hardly consolation. We’d spent lots of time, sent out the invites early, had people rsvp, and then . . . we ended up drowning our shame in all those plates of cookies and all that leftover hot chocolate mix. Sad, sad, sad.
Not this time though. This time we were awesome. The door had barely shut behind the last guest to leave when we started rejoicing in a job well done . . . and planning the next one.



Sounds awesome. I wish that we could have been some of your guests! Oliver looks like such a little gentleman in that picture. I love it! Aren’t the holidays great? Jon and I were horrible neighbors last year and didn’t give anything to anyone (as is the tradition around here) so we vowed to be better this year and made batches of brownies, cookies and rice krispie treats to share with everyone. It was so fun and so much better than last year. I high five you as well. Wish you could high five me back.
That sounds and looks like so much fun! I wish we were still in Brooklyn, it’s fun looking at the pictures and seeing so many friends. You guys know how to throw a great party!