Last night I skipped yoga. Okay, now you can all let out the collective gasp. Even I couldn't believe it but.... I went to a cooking class with a couple of my neighbors. It was awesome. We learned how to cook some appetizers and they were all vegetarian except one shrimp recipe. I've never been out with these two neighbors before but I've always wanted to. If there were women on the street on which I live with whom I identify, it would be them. I find that in my community life I always feel slightly outside: In my living community, I'm way too crunchy granola; In my created parenting community, I'm a little too suburbia. My views on the political nature of these two communities are usually outside what I believe the general consensus is. Imagine my pleasant (and horrified but I'll get to that later) surprise to find that these two women actually feel basically like me, if not more so. After hearing some of the "dish" last night and some of the horrific events, I'm astounded and yet not that real life can so mimic online community life. You know what it reinforces though - that it is LIFE and you can't force anyone to play nice (whatever your definition of nice is). The most horrific thing I heard last night was that a few women on the street have received anonymous letters with personal insults and, in at least one case, horrific accusations inside. Can you believe this? It is basically the same thing as posting a personal attack using the anonymous feature at YAAPS. I was horrified. I'm still horrified.

Today was The Son's first dentist appointment and I have to admit I was pleasantly stunned at just how well he did. They also checked out The Daughter's mouth and my fears were confirmed by the speculation of the dentist (who refused to commit since The Daughter's molars are not in yet), that The Daughter will need orthodontic work and will probably inherit the Bugs Bunny overbite I had as a child. The poor girl.

In out stunning and startling news, my child actually took a 2.5 hour nap by herself today. Yes, folks, the first time in 18 months, nearly 19, she's ever slept that long by herself during the day without a boppy pillow, without a monitor and without the tap tap tap of my typing. Miracles shall never cease.

Note to Holly, I bought Chodron's Comfortable With Uncertainity last night... have you read it?