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.
Aside from our gate being changed an hour before departure, we had absolutely no problems getting home. Unless you count the fact that our flight was very full and the the flight attendants threatened to wait for a storm to blow in if we didn’t all get in our seats a buckle up already.
The boys were asleep when we got home, and although I was tempted to peek in on them, I didn’t. We let them sleep. This morning when Mom H. got Oliver out of his crib and brought him into the living room, he didn’t make a single noise. He just walked over to me, gave me a big, long hug, then sat down in my lap and wouldn’t move for several minutes. I loved it.
No more fancy hotel and fancy valet parking and being able to have a coherent conversation over dinner. It’s back to the snow and ice and bundling and psyching myself up for every trip outdoors.


So cute! I hope the weather warms up soon for you! The last few days have been marvelous, but the wind is howling like crazy at the moment and heavy wet snow is falling as well. I’d love for it to decide to be Spring.
I was away from Samuel for a couple of days when he was a little shy of two, and it was so wonderful to hold him again. It’s good to get a break, but it’s always good to come home, too. :0)