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.
This tree was as much a part of the house I grew up in as the house I grew up in. We used to hide under it. We used to want to build a tree house in it. (The sap and needles were somewhat discouraging of our plans.) It’s a shame that it is gone. Darn those gusty, gutsy winds.
(You can’t see it in the picture, but I’m pretty sure the tree is blocking the entire street off to the left.)

I got the picture and gasped. That tree definitely speaks childhood to me. So sad that it’s gone. and now our house will be so … exposed.
Oh no! That is so sad. At least it blew into the road and not on your house though. It really won’t look the same without it.
And to think that it missed taking out the bus stop when it fell.