Roccie, meet Roccie

How about that Thanksgiving?  It was great.  This is the first time I have ever celebrated a holiday without my family.  I have to admit, I was feeling a little sorry for myself at first.  I thought it would be kind of lonely but it was perfect.

The last hurrah for the Rocco family of three.  Or five if you count all those dogs. 

We went to cheer Rocco on in a neighborhood Turkey Bowl.  It was organized by the neighborhood mom's group.  I am not sure why we went.  The last mom's group meeting I went to was t-o-r-t-u-r-e.  A bunch of northwest suburban moms representing the stereotype at the peak.

Rocco, Toddlerina and I arrived a little late.  The games had already started and we kind of milled around, trying to figure out where we fit in.  Did we?  These people are a bunch of morons.

I get to talking.  Everything starts coming with ease.  Moms my age.  Donut holes.  Coffee.  I even see flasks.  What is not to like?

Yelling in the background.  I'll be damned if Rocco didn't just score a touchdown.

I see a baby.  I want to touch it.  I head on over.

Some of the neighborhood kids attending the bowl are in high school.  I see them video taping the mom with the young baby for their psychology class.  I noticed a little late, almost walking into the frame of the shot.  This is what I hear:

"...I guess I thought I would have kids in my late 20's shortly after getting married..."

She catches my eye, this mom who looks just like me, less the belly, but add a six month old in a pumpkin seat by her side.

I grab my stomach to double over and give a fake, silent Santa laugh.  She laughs out loud and loses her train of thought.  I don't know it yet, but I might have just met my new Very Best Friend Ever.  I wander off to let the filming complete.

Suuuure we will have our babies in our late 20s.  Er... make that 30s...  Errr....

The video mom and her dog (sans leash) eventually come over to the swings where Toddlerina is shouting with delight.  We laugh at the mom's public service message she video taped for the high school students: don't settle.  Wait for love, even if it takes a while.  Like, uh, an extra 20 years.

She has an incredibly well behaved dog.  Key sign of an Infertile, no?

Great and easy conversation.  I tell her I will give the public service message to the same girls once they reach college: news flash: believe that declining fertility chart in your gynecologist's office.  Just because you are young and intend to live forever, your eggs won't.

Love fest ensues.  She is 42 with a six month old.  Old girl has me beat and I admire her for it.

Man, did we have a great time.  Rocco had to buy a splint for his finger on the way home.  I plugged in the heating pad before he asked.  What a great day.