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.
Happy birthday to the little boy whose idea of a good joke is, “One time the A train was going express on the local track!” (Peals of laughter, everyone. Seriously. That’s how funny it is.)
Happy birthday to the little boy who insisted on a rainbow party. And pulled it off with gusto.
Happy birthday to the little boy who wanted me to make three cakes: one for him, one for a friend of mine, and one for a friend of his, because they all have birthdays today.
Happy birthday to the little boy who recounted the object lesson from Primary about saying sorry if you break the rules, and then promptly apologized to his little brother for taking his cars during sacrament meeting.
Happy birthday to the little boy who requested a birthday meal of meatballs and didn’t stopped talking about it all week.
Happy birthday to the little boy who loves to wear his gray sleeper “pajama” (because it is only one piece) to bed at night.
Happy birthday to the little boy who wants to know why numbers don’t have an end and if there is a zero thousand. (Uncle Jon, he’d love to have a conversation with you.)
Happy birthday to the little boy who insists on group hugs at bed time. Over and over and over again.
Happy birthday, dear Simon, happy birthday to you.












Simon is such a smart kid, I can’t believe it! I hope he had a great time turning 4!
Ahhh!! I forgot to wish him a happy birthday! Shame on me. Happy birthday ickle Simon!
P.S. Look at you guys and your artsy-ness. So jealous. And you are so teaching me your ways.
Wow, I can’t believe Simon is four!!! I love all of the things you mentioned earlier, he is such a great kid. From the pictures, it would appear that he had a truly fantastic birthday. I know it’s a bit late, but Happy Birthday, Simon!!
So fun! SUPER late, but happy birthday, Simon! Your parents are so lucky! (And so are you!)