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.
You knew it had to be done. With a couple of little boys obsessed with all things space related, our gingerbread “house” this year was bound to succumb to the obsession. We were happy to oblige the boys and Micah did a great job designing something that would allow for a smoke-and-flames liftoff. It took us several days to get from dough to bread to rocket, but I don’t think the boys minded a bit, especially once we actually got down to the pouring-candy-on-every-available-surface part of the process.
Anyway, here’s the process and the finished product, for your enjoyment.




so clever!
I do believe you’re right! Every available surface! Nice job- it looks awesome!