You know when you're sitting on the floor eating some frozen yogurt, fro yo if you will, and your little 10 month nephew comes crawling up and starts climbing up you, peering into the Ben & Jerry's carton, because he can tell that you're eating something way yummier than mashed carrots or blended green bean casserole in a jar, and then he starts whispering to you in baby gibberish. Whispering! It comes out like ba-ga-ba-ba-ga-ba, followed by some lip smacking, but you know he is saying very discreetly, "Hey auntie, how about a bit of that fro yo? It's okay with my mom. I know it is. Just one little bite, please." It's about the cutest thing I've ever seen, and of course I'm a total pushover and promptly fed him a bite or two...or three. Mols was sitting right there, and we were laughing about how he worked out the way to get the goods.

So, Mols is a good mom who doesn't feed Trav sugar. Megan is a good auntie who feeds Trav pretty much whatever he wants, much to Molly's dismay and, frankly, weak protests. Actually, I think she was relieved that I took responsibility for giving the bad stuff to Trav so she could stay the good mom. And, while he was here, the foods he wanted included the veggies in an egg roll, baguette, smoothie, chow mein noodles (served with chop sticks), fro yo, homemade tortilla from Santa Fe Cafe, chocolate shavings, sips from my iced tea/lemonade combo from Starbucks, and much more. He is a kid after my own heart. It's also completely adorable that he likes to drink through a straw. I miss him.

Molly and I took Trav to the Woodland Park Zoo one morning under the pretense that he would enjoy seeing the animals, when really it was us who wanted to see the animals. It was madness with all the screaming children running around, and I think Trav enjoyed people watching more than anything. While walking along a path, we saw a sign pointing to lions or tigers, and these 40-something year old guys started quoting Napoleon Dynamite. "Tigers! I want to see a liger. It's pretty much my favorite animal." And they wouldn't stop.

Boys. The outside of the house I live in was being painted while Molly was here, and one night we were entertained by the very young house painters performing skits, including karate chops, in the backyard. I believe they had worked a long day and beer was involved, but still. We were also subjected to the conversations outside our open windows.

Guy1: Dude, you hooked up with her?!? She's nasty.

Guy2: But, dude, you don't understand, I was really drunk and this girl has a sick house!

Guy1 and friends: Whatever. I can't believe you. I've totally lost respect for you, dude.

Anyway, I realize I'm still talking about my visit with Molly, but not a whole lot has been going on, unless you want to hear about my new obsession with the nudie photo match game at the Sunset Tavern. It's an option on those touch screen games you see at bars, and Molly and I have played it together before. This is how it works. Two nearly identical photos of either hunks or babes comes up on the screen, and you have a certain amount of time to find and touch the five differences between the two. It's more difficult than it sounds, especially when you consider that the details of the photo (obvious tan lines, bad 80's hair, etc) can be hilariously distracting from your goal. When Mols and I went to see Kiss Kiss at the Sunset, we took over first, second, third, and fourth place. This was not difficult since it appeared no one had played before. I went back with Em on Friday to see the Young Sportsmen and discovered that someone else had beat us out of first place, so I forced Em to play a few rounds with me. First place still belongs to Bend Cougars, and now I am obsessed with getting back there to play until I win. Grrrr!































Trav's first time on swings!