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.
How Oliver says, “Ta-da!” whenever something comes out from hiding. Especially his head as it makes its way through his shirt.
And how he sometimes goes around turning off all the lights as we’re getting ready for church so we can sing Happy Birthday.
Oh, and especially how, when we were playing a game and he was drawing cards, after every draw he’d say, “I got it . . . for my birth-day!”
That child slays me.
And I love how Simon, so matter-of-factly, states that he can imagine that Ratatouille was in The Incredibles and that Collette stepped on a bomb, but that it was already exploded.
(Less funny is how, when he is frustrated or upset, he says, “Explosion! Explosion! Explosion!” and bounces jerkily into my face.)
I love how he is starting to break from the TRIO block instruction book and make things up on his own.
And I super-duper love how he is still singing Christmas songs. Like, “Frosting the Snowman!” and “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart . . . .” and many other ones, some of which get mashed up, some of which get some surprising new lyrics, and some of which are just done sweetly and perfectly.
He gets more amusing every day. (On the other hand, I’m less amused by this funny face he started making a couple of months ago. He seems to be completely oblivious to when he is doing it, no matter how many times Micah and I point it out to him. Maybe we should start telling him his face will stick like that forever?)
