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.
This is what Simon knows: In order to play hide and seek, somebody has to hide and somebody has to count. There’s something about “ready or not here I come” as well, but that’s not really important.
This is what Simon’s knowledge translates into:
“Mom, do you want to play hide and seek with me?”
“Yes I would. Do you want to hide first or count?”
“I will hide. You can count if you would like.”
“How high should I count?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe one hundred?”
“Okay, you go hide, and I will count to one hundred.”
Simon scrambles under a blanket on the couch, giggling and wiggling while I start counting and doing the dishes. I start out kind of slow, because there are a lot of dishes to wash.
From under the blanket, “Mom, count faster.” I speed up a little bit. It’s not fast enough, “Mom, you are counting too slow. Count faster.” I count faster: “Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred! Ready or not, here I come!”
Simon scrambles out from under the blanket, laughing, and runs toward me. I pick him up and lay him on the couch and tickle him until he says, “Okay, Mom, now it is your turn to hide.”
“Okay, you start counting and I’ll go hide.”
“No, you need to hide here, on the couch. Get under the blanket.” I grabbed a cookbook to read while he counted. He counts fast. Before I’m able to get through a recipe, he yells, “Ready or not, I’m coming!”
I peek out from under the blanket. He laughs with glee and comes after me.
The cycle starts again. He hides under the blanket. I count from my post at the kitchen sink.

That’s about how it goes around here. Except no one ever makes it past 20. Peter can count to like 9 before he comes seeking. And when it’s my turn to count, as soon as I get to 20, both boys run to me and yell “I found you!”
I also love hiding because it doesn’t matter where I hide (against the wall in plain view, in the same spot 12 times in a row) they think it’s the best.
Thanks for the inspiration today. I needed it.
Lizzie,
It’s Danielle, one of Micah’s long lost friends from HS. This has nothing to do with your post (although it is TOTALLY CUTE) but can you and or Micah send me your current contact info? I hope you guys are doing well.
Thanks!
Danielle
Thanks for this one. It made me laugh at loud. Can’t wait to play hide and seek with Lydia.
Wow, what a great way of actually getting stuff done while you play with your son!!! I think I’ll have to teach Samuel this way of playing hide and seek…