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.
Oliver learned to climb into his crib this week. He attempted to climb out of it this afternoon, but was hindered by being sick. We’ll be converting it to a toddler bed by Thanksgiving, I’m sure. The boy also abandoned his high chair a couple of weeks ago. We finally made it to IKEA today to get a normal chair for him to sit on at the table.
The boy is talking in sentences, walking to the library and grocery store, buckling his own stroller and carrier buckles, putting on his shoes all by himself, and zipping jackets and pajamas by himself (or else!).
What I’m saying is, we don’t have a baby any more. And it almost feels like we don’t have a toddler, either (except for the diapers, of course). Just two little boys who laugh and fight and play and wrestle and sing (the singing! I’m in love!) together. Since we won’t be having a baby any time in the near future (read: I’m not pregnant), I’m thinking we’ll get rid of the high chair altogether. I’m thinking maybe we should seriously consider a bunk bed for the boys when we next move. I’m thinking of leaving the diaper bag at home, forever. (Or at least until we have another kid.)
I’m thinking, this is fun. I’m thinking, I like this.

Yay! bunk beds! And I totally remember feeling like this with Peter (slow down, kid!).
Wow, I can’t believe Oliver is getting so big!! That’s so fun, I love having two boys. Samuel and Caleb are playing together more and more, and it’s so wonderful! I can only imagine since Oliver is older than Caleb, he and Simon can probably do a lot together. That’s really exciting, enjoy this time!! :0)