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.
The first Saturday in October means, among other things, the Miles for Midwives 5K in Prospect Park. This was our 3rd year running it. Micah, again, pushed the stroller so that I could run my fastest — which, probably not coincidentally, was about the same as my time last year (20:50). Micah came in a few seconds later, and Simon was really upset that he didn’t get to cross the line first. Oh well, he’ll learn. He did run the kids race and despite all his talk about being the fastest ever and wanting to win, he was really happy just to run and didn’t seem to notice that he came in somewhere in the middle of the pack. Thank heavens for that. I don’t know of many people who race in flip-flops and hooded sweatshirts (especially with the hood on), so I think that he did pretty well for himself, all things considered.
I managed to snag a win, same as last year (I like small races that don’t attract really serious runners), but this year they gave out prize bags to the winners in addition to the medals. There was some cool stuff in there: lotion, make-up, coupons, etc. Definitely worth pushing myself up the hill to get some sparkly eyeshadow. Who knows if I’ll ever wear it, but at least I have it if I want it, right?



Simon knows how to run in style. Good job on winning the race! You never know when you might need sparkly eye shadow.
Nice job!!!!!! That’s really impressive, reading your blogs always makes me wish I were a runner!! :0)