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.
I read in the Times last week about moms who think that their babies are perfect — handsome and intelligent looking and whatever else — and then years later, look back at the baby pictures and realize how deluded they were. I laughed, inwardly, as I read the story, knowing perfectly well that so many mothers are deluded, but that I was not one of them. Simon had always been a perfect baby. Yes, he was a plump little cherub whose many many many baby pictures attest to his angelic nature and super-model baby capabilities.
And then we got our new computer, which allowed us to put all of our pictures in one place. We spent a couple of hours this weekend sorting through old baby pictures. And I laughed, outwardly this time, as I realized how deluded I was. I mean really. Simon was a cute baby, no doubt. We got comments everywhere we went from perfect strangers who had no financial stake in his future telling us he belonged on tv, that he looked like a baby in an ad, that he was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. But you would never guess it to look at some of these charming shots.
I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw some of these. I hardly recognized him. Best use of Mother’s Day ever.




I’m literally shaking with laughter! Too bad I’m at work and can’t bust a gut looking at where this kid has come from.
Ha ha ha, those are hilarious pictures!!! In his defense, even the supermodels can have some pretty bad pictures taken of them, and I certainly remember him being a very cute little guy! We have some pictures of Samuel where he looks pretty awful, too – oh the memories!! :0)
Oh my heck! I needed this so badly! I feel like the baby blues have already hit and I’m still pregnant! Abs, I am at work and I just let it all out. I’m surprised my neighboring teachers didn’t come in to shush me. Thanks for sharing. I’ve always thought Simon was adorable, but I love these pictures too!