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I don't post for almost a month, and look at what's gotten pent up in here. I have so many things to show you.

First of all, happy anniversary to us!

That's the beautiful shot. Here's another nice one, posted last year. And then here's a candid. Can't you just hear it? My brother: bride's guy and chief tissue dispenser.

Nine flippin' years. Wow. We celebrated by going out last week to dinner at The 9th Door (Tapas: oh-my-god yum) and the Cirque du Soleil show Corteo, which was, of course, fabulous, despite being about a man on his deathbed who ultimately dies. Nice way to escape, that was. (Well, actually, it was).

(The kids did not go with us; they just wouldn't stay out of the picture.)

Then here's Liam with a Deputy Sheriff tattoo. Now, every single person I've told about this already knew it could happen on a locked phone, so apparently I was the last one in creation to find out about it, but Olivia dialed 911 the other day. She was wandering around the house babbling into the phone, and I was doing other things and not really listening, when suddenly I heard, "This is 911; how can we help you?" (thank god she had it on speaker phone). Of course I immediately snatched it away and - somewhat stammering but trying to sound sincere - explained that my toddler was playing with the phone and really everything was okay and I was very very sorry.

That didn't stop the police from showing up on our doorstep a few minutes later.

Now, I am really pleased that our big ol' help system works so well, and of course if I or a member of my family had been held hostage or whatever it is reassuring that help will arrive even when told not too. But on that afternoon I felt like I was trying my hardest to act normal and was failing miserably. It didn't help that Olivia was having a small melt-down when the doorbell rang. The officer didn't really talk to me, but focused in on Liam, asking him his name and age and all sorts of other things. And then, because these things always happen on a perfect day, the officer asked Liam about the stains on the front of his t-shirt: "What happened to your shirt there, buddy? Did you have a nose bleed?" Well, of course it was chocolate milk, and I said so, but it sure sounded like a lie to me.

Anyway, Liam got to sit in the police car and turn on the lights and wear a cool tattoo. And I'm pretty sure a file has just been opened on us somewhere.

And then this is the first knitting project I've worked on in weeks (poor Monkey socks).

It's going to be the Dougie Dog sweater from Lucinda Guy's Handknits for Kids. It is the ONLY sweater Liam has ever asked me to knit for him, despite many attempts on my part to interest him in anything. So of course it has to be made, even though it's on size 3 needles. I think he likes the fact that, since I spend sooo much time knitting, these sweaters must be important (I notion I'm sure he'll outgrown soon).

I had to cast on for something (the many WIPs hold no interest for me right now) because I went to a knitting event over the weekend. Stitch 'N' Pitch! Now, I'm sure my husband is rolling his eyes at this (uh, because he did when I told him about it), and I know it seems a bit dorky to many of you (uh, a bit?), but I went to a baseball game just because I could sit with other knitters and knit in the stands. Honestly.

The lovely Cathi of In the Pink arranged tickets for a few local bloggers/friends, so I got to meet her for the first time, along with Jenifer of Cast On, Cast Off, Sam of Diary of a Mad Fabri-Holic, and Amy, who just seems to be a normal sort of person (that is: blogless). Sam took some great pictures and I did not, so check them out over at her place. I really enjoyed meeting them (my first bloggers!). We knitted and drank through the whole game and were even visited by the Rockies' mascot, and I got to hold his ball.

Ahem.

That's really enough for one day, but, as always happens when I've gone a while without blogging, I then feel the need to gush. Soooo, just one more thing (and is anyone at all surprised?):

You Are a Frappacino

At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet Your caffeine addiction level: low

What Kind of Coffee Are You?

Comments

[Kelly P]

You looked so pretty on your anniversary date (the dress looks perfect) and Mark even cleaned up pretty well (he-he). We just got back into town so i will call soon. I loved the 911 story!

[Meredith]

I LOVE your dress! I'm glad things are getting better for you at home in Denver. Hope to talk to you soon.

Love Meredith

[Kari]

Hey, is that you were planning on for da wedding? You look stunning in it! - K

[Holly Jo]

You dressed up so beautifully for your anniversary! Glad you guys enjoyed yourself. :)

The 911 story was classic. :)

My husband, too, thinks all the knitterly things that go on are a little over the top.

[Stacey]

I am a Frappucino too. Hmm. Wouldn't have thought so. But, then again, I don't think I have ever thought of myself in terms of coffee before.

I did Stitch and Pitch too! But not with a group of knitters though, just Randy.

[Cathi]

I love all of the pictures- who knew that the police carried around temporary tattoos?

I was espresso, which is sort of right and sort of not.

It was fabulous to finally meet you in person- I can't believe you didn't run screaming when I talked about every single one of my family members' private parts.

[Kristin]

Happy belated Anniversary. Nights out are always fun! You make a cute couple!!