We had a really great time with Nana and Mo. The boys thought that they were HILARIOUS. What with the boys dissolving in giggles when Mo would blow on his ginger beer bottle, or Nana playing the grunt/shrug game with Sam (the rules of which are pretty elaborate--you grunt and shrug, then I grunt and shrug, and repeat... repeatedly...). Eli apparently thought this game was so funny, that when he woke up that night crying (probably because his sixth and seventh teeth were coming in) and after I had picked him up and comforted him, he was lying in my arms with his head on my shoulder. As I'm sitting there wondering if he has fallen asleep, all of the sudden he gives a little grunt, then "heh, heh, heh, heh." Huh.