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.
Simon is 5 weeks into his 8-week swim class. When I came home from the gym to tell him I’d signed him up, he was adamant that we go back that day during Family Swim so he could swim. And so we did. I was amazed that he was excited to get into the water, and even more so that he was actually trying to swim. I held him under his belly while he kicked and paddled as well as he could. Another mother asked how long he’d been swimming. I said, somewhat dazed, “He’s never swam before. I just signed him up for lessons today.”
He came home and said, “Dad, I am a swimmer.”
He’s taken to swimming lessons like it’s his job. He loves it. I’m quite surprised, actually. He’s the cautious kid that I expected to put a toe in the water and turn his back on it. He’s never had much of a love for water before. And now he can’t wait to get his goggles on.
He’s also eager to share his love of swimming with everyone he meets. I’d never seen him so confident around someone he didn’t know as when one of my new visiting teachers asked him what he did.
“I am a swimmer,” he said.
And to the doctor last week: “I am a swimmer. I swim on Friday’s from about four-thirty until five o’clock.”
It’s settled then. He’s a swimmer. I’m all for it.



That is so cool, it totally makes me want to sign Samuel up for lessons! Samuel is so cautious around water, whenever water touches his eyes he gets so upset. I was hoping he would take after his dad with swimming, but he seems to be more like me (unfortunately). I’d like to get him in some lessons, maybe this summer??
Caleb, on the other hand, loves water! We just started giving him baths in the real bath, and even when he slips and his face goes in the water he still has a ball. I’m glad he’s not quite so cautious as Samuel, but I think I’ll have to be a lot more careful with him as he starts being able to get around more!
I guess it’s good that he has found his calling in life so early. Swimming is fun, and good for you, and a helpful skill to know. I am baffled when I meet people who are adults and have never learned to swim.