Graceful continues to enjoy soccer. This is from yesterday's game (red player in the middle):
I wish I could report we won, but it was the opposite. Not just a loss -- a shellacking. It turns out that the other team's coach used to coach a high school varsity team and took them to State one year. Somehow, having a formerly quasi-pro coach a rec team doesn't seem right to me.
After the game, we had fun and games with the boy:
He seemed to think that Aunt Jen's camera was a toy that should be shared with him. As if. And while I'm at it, I'll let him drool on my cell phone too. At one point, I was on the phone with Mr. McGrabbyhands' grandmother (aka my mother). I held the phone up to Micah so Mom could hear him, and he seemed to take it as a personal invitation to communicate with Grandma Ass by breathing heavily into the phone and chewing on it.
Like I always say, it's a shame none of us love that baby at all.