Most kids play "house." Levi plays "Uncle Jon." He has convinced his friends to let him be Uncle Jon, and the others are dads or grandpas or big brothers. They walk around holding babies (Levi, as Uncle Jon, was holding baby Levi, until it was clean-up time, when baby Levi became all grown up and was put back in the house.) Apparently, it's pretty funny.
All week, Levi has been saying, "I love moving, Mommy." He hasn't even seen the house yet, but he knows that it has a pool. It was 100+ degrees on Monday and Tuesday of this week, and both of the boys were begging to go swim in the pool. Only, we don't live in the house yet, and someone else still does. They didn't like that so much.
Levi has a new girlfriend. Her name is Ellie (you like this Tami?) and she's adorable. They have their napping mats next to each other, and one day each put their hand out touching during nap time. They're pretty cute. Only, now Levi is saying he has to go to Ellie's house because she told him she has some surprises there. I don't even know where she lives, or who her mother is. I keep hoping he'll forget about it, but with Levi, that's not really likely. Oh, well.
From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere. Levi is certainly one of them.