Twenty Ten

Another year, another decade. I have to say, I'm glad that the years seem to be getting shorter the older I get. I think back to the year 2000, which started at an awkward Oakton Stake Dance New Year's Party. I was 16, still in braces, and dying to be done with high school. Perhaps it's because I love where I'm at right now that time seems to fly by. Or maybe because it's because one year is a continuously smaller fraction of my ever increasing life span. Either way, I'm glad it's 2010. And for your enjoyment I thought I'd show you a graph my nerdy husband made that shows how much one year is "worth" compared to your age. It's obvious that when you're 2 one year is half of your life and consequently seems like an eternity. But it's surprising to see that after about age 20 a year just isn't what it used to be.
Benjamin is now a Sunbeam! He certainly had no regrets leaving Nursery behind. He's also excited to be starting PRESCHOOL on Tuesday. That's right. I've gone back on all my philosophies on parenting, yada, yada. Not really. It's just time. That and we're getting a MINIVAN (i.e. second car) at the end of the month, which will make preschool a lot easier on all of us (since I'll never have to drive Paul to work again when we need the car). We're pretty excited about that! Here, here to a new year!