The evening involved the All-Star Game, the National League slaughtering the AL (woot!), pizza, Pop-O-Matic Trouble*, skyping with Lindsay, and my incredibly adorable nephew Levi and his enormous cheeks.
Ugh, you guys. Levi is so cute. I can't even handle it. Gina and Chris and the kid are out here for two whole weeks and it's like a dream watching him kick his legs for hours on end.
Which brings me to my question: why is it so entertaining to watch babies do nothing but squirm and make funny faces? Because that's all Levi does. He waves his arms around and squawks and giggles and kicks and basically just acts like a baby. And you would think after 30 seconds of that you'd lose interest and pick up a book. And yet it is mezmerizing. He's like a wizard or something.
*The way Camille and I play Pop-O-Matic Trouble you would think we were Bobby Fischer and um, some other really famous chess player, in a high stakes Cold War-era televised game. We are very fast and intense and there is great glory in winning.