Facebook is like high school all over again...

I have a facebook friend (old friend from elementary school) who gets at least 10 comments on anything she posts. Her kid was going to his first soccer game and this got a score of likes and several "That's so cool!!!!!!!". Seriously? Normally I just ignore it, whatever. Now I'm actually asking my real friends if anyone want to join me in a sewing class one night, and I'm getting crickets. I thought a few people might be interested....

The kicker is that I won this class in a contest the sewing shop was holding (this is a hip, young mama sewing space, no blue hairs). I won a class for me and a friend. Woo hoo! My husband suggested I ask without mentioning the free part to see who is really interested in the class. Apparently no one is. Whoosh I'm back in high school, fidgeting with my gym uniform as everyone else in the class gets picked before me for volleyball teams. Our yoga moms playgroup has about 8 of us in it. A lot of people get together outside of the group. I rarely get invited to these offshoot get togethers. I've always has a tough time making friends, I don't get it.

I wonder if I should mention the free part. Then maybe I'd get some friends who want to do something with me.

Oh yeah, I was COOL in high school. This is my tap/jazz dance group.

It's a good thing.

My husband handed in his paper on Monday after this drama. He already got his paper graded. He passed! He got a B+! So he finally gets to graduate! Hooray! He can officially put B.Eng after his name.
Now he just needs to find a job.

Alex has been sleeping better, some nights a 5 hour stretch in a row (much better than waking every hour). He's eating a little better too. Behold, the first time Alex ate chicken:

Yes, that's a whole drumstick in his hand. He does better with finger foods instead of purees so I thought I'd try it. He didn't eat much, but hey it's a start!

Ok, I'm still doing some purees. This was a new one though. Spinach, broccoli, and ricotta cheese. He squawked for more! Oh and yes, he doesn't have a bib on. I dare you to find a bib he'll keep on.

One more thing made me happy this week. For fun I decided to check the university libary, to see my thesis entry. Someone had taken out a copy! Wow, someone other than a family member or my research supervisor read it. How cool is that? I'm still amazed I have a Master's degree. I was always an average student (at a school for overachievers...15% of my graduating class are doctors). I never really thought of myself as smart enough. So it's HUGE that someone bundled up, trekked to the library, signed away their first born, risked late fees to read what I've written. They might even quote me.