But.
I will tell you what I did.
I spent the evening at Gail's house. Gail is my eldest sister. She has two kids: Caroline, and Johnathan (whose name I misspelled on the Christmas card. Drat). They are very entertaining. Especially Johnny. He's two. I wish I had a perfect brain to remember all the funny things he did while I was there. I will rack my brain and share with you the cuteness that is my nephew.
I was making funny faces at Johnny to entertain him and then he would imitate them. One such face was sticking out my tongue, blowing up my cheeks, crossing my eyes, and pulling my ears (like a monkey?). He imitated this face by sticking out his tongue and plugging his ears.
We also ate some ice cream (death by chocolate. Yummmm). Johnny had his in a cone. And it got everywhere! He essentially had a nice melted ice cream goatee going on. He eventually got a napkin and wiped his mouth... sort of. He would pucker his lips and only wipe off his lips so he still had the great chocolate mess on his chin. Then he got better at using the napkin and was able to wipe most of the mess off... Except for a little strip above his lip. So he had a nice chocolate Hitler-stache. I was laughing pretty darn hard. If only my phone was cool enough to hold several photos so I could have documented this joy. (I still have the Razor that I had before I went on my mission. It only holds like two pictures before it says the memory is full. Sad.)
We played catch with different kinds of balls. Whenever I would throw him the ball, he would cringe and close his eyes so I taught him "keep your eye on the ball" and I demonstrated by opening my eyes as wide as they would go and watching the ball as I moved it around. He didn't really grasp the concept of watching the ball and keeping his eyes open when the ball comes near, but he did great at opening his eyes wide. Every time I would say "Ready?" as I would prepare to throw him the ball, he would open his eyes as wide as they would go. And as soon as the ball left my hand his eyes would shut. We'll keep working on that skill.
I don't know why, but I was pretty tired when I was there and I laid down and said, "I'm going to take a nap." He replied "I'm going to take a nap, too!" And he flopped down right next to me and started fake snoring.
My main reason for going there was so that Gail could wax my back. Don't judge me. It's my German/Hungarian ancestry. I'm very hairy. While Gail was waxing me, Johnny would come up behind me and stick his little hands on my love handles and watch the process. Luckily his hands were warm.
After everything was said and done, we played a rousing game of Disney Scene-it which Gail won because of a stupid tie breaker (whoever has the longest hair wins). I like that game. But I also like winning.
The moral of this story is: My nephew is the cutest two year old alive.
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In other news, I played racquetball for three days in a row! I am so sore. I tweaked my ankle a bit and ran into a wall which jacked up my wrist. But it's so fun.
I'm playing violin in Cedar City's 71st annual performance of Handel's Messiah. It is free and performances are Sunday and Monday (11 & 12 December) at 19:30 at the Heritage Center Theater in Cedar City, UT. Be there or... don't be. But you should be.
And now, the random photo from my mission brought to you today by the letter blue.
That's me. Looking shnazzy. In an alley. On Capitol Hill.
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Hahahaaa......
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