The Superbowl's coming. I guess that's some big football game. Kickoff's at 6:30, just when the nighttime bath, vid, books, bed routine is kicking in. Darn. The only thing I really enjoy about the Superbowl are the commercials and someday we'll even throw a party for one (when Frankie's a bit older). But for now, when she goes to bed (in her high, high loft bed) we'll be wathching them here just after the game.