Mathias finally got to meet the other set of grandparents this past weekend. My mom and dad were only in town for about 24 hours, but they made the most of it. My dad only dropped his preferred nickname for his grandson once, and considering that nickname is Ralph, I’m glad it didn’t make much of an appearance. Regardless, both grandparents were happy, and lavished an inappropriate amount of praise on Lisa and I for “doing such a good job.”

As expected, there were a lot of photos, and of course presents for the baby. My dad decided Mathias must be a Tony Stewart fan–Tony Stewart drives car #20, and Mathias was born on the 20th–so there were a number of bright orange NASCAR gifts in the mix. We’ll have to make sure we have that #20 onesie along with us next time we travel across Wisconsin. If the car breaks down, we can wave Mathias in the air to get the attention of passing traffic.

As it happens, Stewart won his most recent race on Sunday. I’m not sure if that means anything. I just hope it doesn’t mean we have to start watching auto racing. (The last auto race I saw was, uh, animated.) I mean, seriously. There’s baseball on.

Speaking of baseball, I’m not paying attention to the Brewers. If I do, they’ll start to do poorly, and I don’t want that on my conscience.