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.
In all honesty, I don’t get super excited about Valentine’s Day. It’s not a day I anticipate with much excitement, or even consider a “carrot” to look forward to as we trudge our way through winter.I generally don’t make big plans and Micah and I tend to put our V-day date off until . . . later. And even then, it’s more likely to be cheap Mexican food from the place down the street than it is some place fancy and romantic.
And yet.
And yet, I always seem to get up early to make a special Valentine’s breakfast — today, just like last year, it was waffles with fruit and whipped cream — and to make goodies to deliver to friends. The boys and I put a lot of effort into some sugar cookies today (actually, the boys put most of their effort into eating the dough and cream cheese frosting which is what “helping” is at their age, right?), and I made some cherry-chocolate goodies yesterday, so we would have something to give. Sadly, I didn’t get the goodies all packaged (in our signature parchment-paper-sewn-into-an-envelope) until dinner time, which was followed closely by bed time, which meant it was too late to go out with the boys. So we have some lovely Valentine’s Day goodies waiting until tomorrow to be delivered. Maybe they’ll take the edge off the post-Valentine’s Day let-down, if such a thing exists.
It seems like a lot of effort to put into a holiday that I really don’t have strong feelings about, but I imagine I’ll do it again next year. And the year after. And maybe I’ll make a tradition of it until I not only have strong feelings about it, but we have such a great routine that it’s hardly even an effort at all. Maybe.
Hope you all had a happy Valentine’s Day.

