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.
It was a cruel thing I did to Oliver, I’m sure. Breaking his bed. But he seems to be handling it fairly well. He still likes to climb in over the railing, but he has the freedom to get out easily and play all through nap time instead of napping. So, I think that means he has the best of both worlds, right?
It’s only been two nights, but he hasn’t fallen out yet, and we haven’t found him sleeping on the floor, so aside from the crankiness that comes when you spend half your nap time playing with cars, I think we can call the transition to a toddler bed a success.

I love pictures of sleeping kids, that is so adorable! Good job making the transition, that’s very exciting. Hopefully the newness will wear off soon and he’ll get back to taking good naps. ;0)
How did it break? I’m sorry- I resolve to get on the computer more often so that it’s less than a month after you write these posts that I’m responding. It appears that Oliver could care less about his lovely bed.