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.
What could be cooler than getting to sit inside a firetruck? Absolutely nothing, I tell you. At least if you are a 3-4 year old male. I know this because I witnessed it firsthand last week. The excitement, the anticipation, the waiting of turns, the second turns, the wished for third turns . . . it was almost too much to handle. The joy was only briefly dimmed by the actual discussion with the firefighters about how, if there is a fire in your house and you see this really scary looking, big, noisy creature, you DO NOT HIDE UNDER THE BED. Or in the closet. You have to trust the fireman to get you out of there.
But after the discussion, a real live fireman slid down a real live firepole, and that was nearly as cool as getting to sit in the truck. And somewhere between the two of those was the coolness of getting to sit with the firemen on the truck and have pictures taken.
I think someone made some new friends at the fire house.


I was going along the pictures “oooh”ing and “aahh”ing appropriately over the cuteness of the spectacle, and then I got to the last one. I literally busted up out loud. What is Simon doing over there? He’s too cool for school and hangin’ with his boys for sure.
Seriously! So true Abby! I think he did find some new friends! What a great idea. We went to the fire station for a field trip in the fall and the firemen had all the teachers put on the “scary” firemen gear. It was a race and I won.
But that’s not important. The more kids know what firemen look like and that they’re on their side the better.
Firetrucks really are fun to go and see. Last year Samuel got to go in one, but his favorite part was ringing the bell on the front of the truck.