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.
Micah got laid off right before Christmas. Now, before you feel sad or upset for us, let me just tell you that we’re actually kind of excited about it. We’re using it as an opportunity to take the risks that we’ve been really afraid of taking and we’re hopeful and optimistic that this will prove to be one of the greatest things that ever happened to us. Or close. We’ve decided that instead of looking for a full-time job right away, Micah is going to freelance, mostly from home, and also continue to develop the personal projects that he’s been accumulating for years now with the hope of getting some of them on the market. So that is where we’re at. But that is not why I’m here writing to you this evening. I’m here because I wanted to tell you about the lasagna. Or should I say The Lasagna?
You see, there is a man in our ward who recently moved to New York to take a job after being unemployed for a while. When he heard the news of Micah’s layoff, it hit him pretty hard. He really felt for us. And he wanted to do something to help. Now, this man is a man who knows his way around the kitchen, and he does not do things half-way. His way of helping us out, cheering our souls, and giving us the strength to carry on, was to give us a big pan of lasagna. Big. Pan. of. Lasagna. He brought it to us at church and after we hauled it home, taking turns because it was so heavy, we decided we’d both probably be sore the next day. We weighed it just to see exactly how much pasta and meat and cheese and sauce we were talking about and it came in at 14 pounds. That’s almost like our two little boys, as newborns, in a pyrex casserole. (Of course the weight included the pyrex as well . . . .)
So cheer our souls he definitely did. And it looks like he might be feeding us until Micah gets his next paycheck, as well. For which we are so very grateful.

Some people seriously amaze me. I often feel like “I wish I could do something to help” but can really appreciate people who just know that doing something is better than doing nothing. I need to be better at remembering that just doing something means a lot.
And DANG about the job! Hope something better is waiting around the corner!
I hear you, Jodie. I’m always thinking that there should be something I can do, and yet nothing ever seems quite right. But I think that bringing dinner is always a good idea. I’ve come up with a dish that I think makes a great “comfort” meal — but is fairly easy and healthy — and I’ve decided that it will be my go-to meal to take to people who need a little comfort.
What is with employers laying people off right before Christmas? Dan’s work has laid people off every year right before Christmas for the last 3 years. It makes me a little worried every year, but he has managed to stick around. That lasagna does look amazing though. I hope that everything will work out for you guys.