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Hey everyone..
Thanks for being a part of the BLOGIVERSARY contest.!!

Bethe is the WINNER of the Starbucks gift card..and I know she will use it up right away!!
Thanks for coming back and commenting and putting up with my ramblings!

Oh.. And I picked the Red Wine Heather for the CPH.

Yarn in DA HOUSE and I’m starting this weekend!

Have a fantastic weekend and I’ll catch up with you next week!

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They came home on Saturday with a set of basball cards for each of them. She now knows all 14 in the pack and ofcourse… her fave is always at the top of the deck.

*MAN-NY MAN-NY MAN-NY*

You know, I’m not knitting right. I want to, I really do. But nothing is keeping my attention at the moment that I am in LOVE with. Thats why I am going to do the sweater.. I think I’ll love the challenge of it. Remember if you haven’t yet.. comment on the 2YEARS post below and I will pick the winner and the yarn this week.

So, update #1. Soccer. It was yesterday. Yes, the teacher did indeed show. But, that’s all about all she did. Here I was under the impression that it was a teenager full of attitude..but it was a lady older than me who didn’t know what the hell she was doing. A bunch of 3 & 4 year old girls running around and all she did was say.. hey you.. kick toward that goal and you kick toward that goal. That was the whole ‘class’. Oh and wannabeUBERmom? She was there. With her daughter, who’s 4, who was riding in a stroller, fast asleep through the entire 45min class. Who took out her nonstop eating baby to feed her on the gym floor (ofcourse, right?) and let her crawl while the girls were playing soccer. AND THEN IT HAPPENED. I (semi) cracked. She asked me to watch Mia, so she wouldn’t step on her baby. I stopped. I even said. “pardon me”. She said it again. “I just don’t her to run over ______.” {I can’t remember that baby’s name} Anyway. I took a deep breath and said, yeah.. I wouldn’t want Mia to get hurt. and I did a nice F U smile.. you know the one. The baby continued to crawl where the girls were playing and I told Mia to just play like the baby wasn’t there, because SHE SHOULDN’T BE CRAWLING AROUND THE ‘FIELD’ TO BEGIN WITH!” Is she stupid? Really? What doesn’t she get? I hate her.

Update #2. The birds. They are two days old now. And already getting bigger.

Today they are sleeping a lot and haven’t been as noisy as they were yesterday. The mom & dad however are very loud and have been singing all day. The babies still can’t open their eyes but they have sprouts of little feathers here and there and they are just the cutest things ever. I told my SIL, that I almost want to regurgitate food myself for the little guys. Almost.

Update #3. I haven’t wrote about this yet. But today.. I am going to share with you.. my toe. A couple of weeks back my 2nd toe on my left foot was hurting every time I ran. One day, Mia noticed that even under the nail polish, it was a different color than the rest. Hmmm. She’s right. I removed the nail polish, only to find a gnarly, nasty, black toe nail. Supposedly you get this when you run… or up your speed or your mileage. Well, I have done all three in a matter of the last month, so all my toes should be black at this rate. It’s gross.. but in a deep demented sort of way, I’m kind of proud of it. A little reminder of how far I’ve come in this dreaded exercise bullshit.

That’s about it from this tired old lady. It is a beautiful day here in Massachusetts and I’m off to blow bubbles with my favorite 3 year old in the whole wide world.

My eggs hatched! Well, not my eggs I guess, but Mrs Robins eggs hatched yesterday morning.
I go out to check on the nest every morning to make sure everyone is fine & dandy and that there hasn’t been any wrong doings over night. Yesterday.. Mia & I went to look through the boards of the deck and we saw the whole thing unfold. Itty bitty babies emerging from their pretty blue shells. All pink and new.

We let them be and let mama do her work. When I came back and did my afternoon rounds, the nest had been cleaned and it looks like 3 out of the 4 birds survived. I think.

It was awesome. Mia was fascinated and I am just trying to leave them be and let the mama and daddy feed these little guys. They are hungry!! Each time we go to check and make sure the nest is there (every few hours) because it has been SO DAMN WINDY!.. we get little wide open mouths staring back at us.

I am in love with this little science project right under our very deck.

Do you know what today is? Today is my 2 year anniversary for this little blog O mine. Just want to say.. hey thanks! for coming back again and again to read my ramblings, the occasional knitting adventures and the cocomany stories that make up my day to day life. I started my blog for no other reason than it was something to do. I was a mom of a 1year old at the time, a fairly new knitter and needed some form of outlet. I had NO idea what I was doing, I had NO idea who was going even read the thing.. but it turned out to be sort of a life force. As a stay at home mom, some times you don’t always find the outlet you need. You feel trapped inside your four walls and some days they close in on you. I admit this has happened to me on more than one occasion. I found this blogging community amazing, I have made friends that I feel that when I meet them in person it will solidify another reason for having this blog. Not only have I developed a relationship with other bloggers, but I have met my knitting peeps and hooray for all them.. they rock my world weekly (or when I can go!) to the core with HYSTERICAL laughter and even knitting knowledge!!

So.. enough of that. I am going to have a CONTEST and it’s an easy one. No quizzes this time! Here’s the deal….

See these 4 squares!

1. silver grey 2. red wine heather 3. lime heather 4. California poppy

I am getting ready to knit my first sweater. It is indeed the CPH. I just can’t decide (yet) which color to choose. I love all of them! Put your vote in, leave a comment of course with all your info and if you & I pick the same color and then I chose your name from the 100’s that comment (haha) .. you win! Prize? I’m thinking something Starbucks. Of course, anyone can enter..you don’t have to be a knitter or a blogger. Even my mom can play, but can you believe? She doesn’t like Starbucks. I know.. I almost shunned her for that. Tsk Tsk Mother! Tsk Tsk!

We’re going to run this little baby for 48hoursish. Comments will be taken until Wednesday til lets say 10pEST.

OkieDokie Aritchokie!

You know.. things have come full circle for me.

I know it’s hard for some of you to believe, but I was a good kid. Sure, I had my moments. I may snuck wine coolers and beers from the family gatherings with my cousins, I may have got pulled over and talked my way out of tickets (because my dad was the chief of police) I may have had parties at my house,(because my dad was chief of police) I may have ditched classes. I may have done a lot of things they probably frowned upon, but hey! it’s all good. I survived! They survived!

But now my moms dreams have come.. I have a son that has a wee bit of attitude and a I have cloned a perfect version of myself when we had Mia. Some days when I call my mom to bitch & moan about my day and why OH why is motherhood SO INCREDIBLY difficult. She has some wise words for (sometimes) and says things like..”this too shall pass”, “it’s just a phase”. Or some times.. she just says.. “i dont know what to tell you” but I can hear her evil MWWWAHHHAHAHHAHHAHAA all the way in MA from CO. I swear I can.

But to my mom and all my mom friends out there… you are awesome. I couldn’t do what I do without having everyone of you in my life!

Have a great day.

YAY ME! I got to go out into the world last night, amongst adults and even better they are KNITTERS! Wednesday night is knit night around here and I get to go every now and then when the schedule permits. Last night, I was determined to go after the boy finished soccer practice, even though.. I was a bit late. I really got there just in time. Just in time to give Erin a couple of bucks and what does she bring back? BEER! STELLA’s no less.

Me. about 14 others knitters. Outside cafe that is BYOB!!! Now mind you, I have not been to any other knitting gathering..but honestly? I don’t think there is another one that can compare to this. We laugh to tears. Well, I do anyway. We drink. We knit. (I knitted one whole row last night!) New people show up all the time, so the group just keeps getting bigger and bigger.

So, cheers to you ladies (and one dude!). You guys made me my week.

.. and ofcourse.. I didn’t take any pictures. I’m shy you know… and don’t want to bring attention to myself.

Yesterday was little M’s first day of soccer. I loaded up the kids and off we went. She was VERY excited, but didn’t understand why she didn’t have ‘pokey’ shoes and leg pads like her big brother. My explanation of, your only 3 and this is just the basics of learning to play .. was not good enough. But as bitter as she was about it, she went. All day, she was SO excited and couldn’t wait to start the same sport that her daddy & big bro play! Off we go!

I walk into the gym and there she is. The lesser of the evils, but still… she’s there. The mom who lets her baby eat off the floor. The one who wants to know about spiritual enlightenment for her children, the one who wants to make boundaries for her kids..but only when it’s convenient for her.

So, it’s time to start …

457P. Her daughter is in a dress. To play soccer. WHY?
501p She is feeding the baby (does this baby EVER NOT EAT!) yogurt while sitting on the gym floor and the baby spits it all over the gym floor. Mom “tries” to wipe it up…but we all know how ridiculously hard it is to wipe up yogurt.
507p. No instructor. Yet.
508p crazy mom still trying to wipe up yogurt? Where’s your baby? Oh under the basketball hoop where kids are shooting baskets.
“hi, can you move your kid” says the one & only dad in there…
crazy mom replies “oh, I like her to explore!”
dad: well.. she’s going to explore a basketball on her head if you don’t move her (he said it ‘funny’)
I wanted to high five him.
I restrained.
510p. Still no instructor.
510p I go find someone and tell them there is no instructor.
512P Informed.. no teacher today. (or as I heard it) SORRY LOSERS..you drove all the way out here at $3.57 a gallon in your gas guzzling SUV’s and got your kids hopes up, only to be let down by our obvious disorganization and idiot way of hiring teenagers.
513P Y employee.. “i can bring you a ball, you can play by yourselves!?
514p FINE. JUST DOING SOMETHING YOU MORONS
514p Little M melting down because SHE IS NOT PLAYING SOCCER LIKE PROMISED
515p. We get a bunch of fun soccer balls and we run and play and have fun.
520p Crazy mama’s baby is crawling all over the place, I have a 9yr old boy running around like a 9yr old boy and I am
trying to keep him from bulldozing over the yogurt/germ infested baby and tell him to SIT DOWN. PLAY VIDEO GAMES! DO NOT EXERCISE!
521p Crazy mom.. “gosh. Maybe I should put her in a stroller so she doesn’t get trampled by a bunch of 3 & 4yr olds”
522p. YOU THINK?
530p M x 3 has had enoughand we are OUT. Littlest M is not pleased about this and is ticked that she didn’t have “practice”
531p MELTDOWN

In other news.. I have no other news. I’m knitting..but I have nothing great to show for myself. Just working on things here and there. The weather here in MA has been PERFECTION. So, I’ve beens soaking up that sun for my pale pasty skin. Viva la tan lines.

Later Skaters!

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For the last few years we’ve had a little bird nest under our deck. Every year, new little baby birds are born. Sometimes you have to duck and take cover because the birds are vicious and want you no where near the nest, and it’s hard to even go in the back yard. This year, the birds are pretty tame and we have four little robin eggs in the nest. We check on them every day and the mommy and daddy bird keep a close eye on us from the distant trees. I had to take this pic through the boards of the deck… it’s too high up and under cover and we didn’t want to disturb the little eggs or annoy the parents to be.

Mama Bird and her humble abode.

Holy hell. Yesterday was Mia’s final ballet class until fall. Praise to the heavens above. I didn’t want to go, it was a busy day, I had already been to the gym once that day. But, we went… because she loves it and doesn’t have to deal with the crap that I have to do deal with outside, or does she?

We show up and the “natural mom” who is all about emotional levels, more then parenting levels brings her kids in a GIANT wagon. A wagon. Inside. To the dance rooms. I think it was the size of my kitchen table. She has a love for wearing scrub pants and crocs (I wear crocs, but she’s not a dr or a nurse!) and talks in a real soft .. what she calls her “understanding and listening voice”. I loathe this woman. All the girls go into their class and I sit, on the floor, away from them and read my book. Just keeping to myself. The other mom who I can’t stand with another baby talks start having her weekly convo with Scrubs. Just by listening, they are both non-discipliners … excuse makers for their childs behavior .. and they are gross. Scrubs was telling a story about her daughter (who’s the ballet class) kicked a man at the pool during a lesson because he was in her way of getting in by the stairs. The lifeguard had picked up the girl and taken her out of the pool and told her that wasn’t allowed. Scrubs then went on to tell that she had told the lifeguard to STEP OFF and never lay her hand on a child like that.. that she was just “tired” and didn’t know how to express to the gentleman to please move. Ummm. Why not? She’s 4. She doesn’t know how to say excuse me. At this moment in time I am listening to the story and have stopped reading, because I am in shock at her behavior. Now wanna be uber mom #2 says.. isn’t it funny how we make excuses for our kids when they act inappropriate. WRONG. THING. TO. SAY. Scrubs didn’t want to hear that and I chuckled, out loud and just rolled my eyes (I love to roll m eyes!) and just started reading again. But, I think Scrubs may have put a hex of sorts on Ubermom.

In the meantime, there has been this other little girl who is going to be the worst child in the history of children. Her mom needs super nanny. I’ve seen this little girl come in with a babysitter before and she throws the most major tantrums for not getting her way I have EVER seen. She’s not in M’s class, but we have the pleasure of listening to her and her meltdowns before her class starts. She is given her way, constantly and well.. one time a mom told her babysitter to get her under control, because her behavior should not be tolerated. I liked that mom. I wonder if Scrubs and uber mom killed her and ate her. Oh probably not, I’m sure they vegetarians. So yesterday.. this little girl comes with her mom, who has never come before. She demands to go into the class and TELLS her mother to STAND AT THE DOOR, WITH HER STUFFED ANIMAL, SO HE CAN WATCH ME DANCE! The mom says..ok. I will. The little girl goes in, and out, in and out, in and out. Why the teacher doesn’t say anything.. I’m sure she’s just trying to get through the class and probably has said something in the past, but still.. LAME. The mom is standing at the door, the whole time and I can’t see in. No one can. Finally, I tell her/ask her nicely to MOVE THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY. She says.. sorry. She likes me to stand her with her bear. You know those little hairs on the back of your neck.. well, mine were up. My hackles. I’m like.. I’m sure she does. But we have kids in there too. I was nice, I promise. She moved and here comes the little monster demanding her mother be back at the doorway. The mom is like. “are you all done, sweety?” “have you had enough for today, baby?” “should we be all done today?” the little girl takes off running and the mom is all, “wait for mommy sweetiepie, we don’t like you to run off”. Hi, I called super nanny, JoJo is on her way.

In the meantime.. Scrubs and Scrubs wannabe are talking about swim lessons and eating delicious teddy grahams OFF THE FLOOR! Where 9million people walk a day. G R O S S. And these kids are sick. One is coughing and all congested, and touching everything.. but yet Scrubs complains about “worts” (she used the medical term) that her daughter picked up at the Kids Gym upstairs. What happens right after she is bitching about germ spreading? Her little one sneezed and her whole brain come out of her nose, onto the floor. I had seen enough and pleaded to God to please let the class end so I could get the hell out of there.

The door opens.. I can hear the angels sing and I am hurrying to get Mia changed. She’s all excited and shouts out.. NO MORE BALLET.. IT’S TIME FOR SOCCER.

Can you guess what happened next…

Scrubs and Scrubs wannabe.. “Oh my Gosh.. we’ll see you then! We signed up for soccer too!