Its worse than it sounds...

So, it’s been an amazing year, filled with amazing highs and lows. It’s not quite over yet, but the colder air is blowing in, bringing with it the sense of nostalgia that the holidays always nudge to the forefront of my mind.

You probably know the highs – going on an amazing trip to China, experiencing a completely different culture, and of course picking up the ever-astounding WeiJay. There were lows, including turning twenty-ten (some refer to this mile-marker as “30” but I’m not buying it). I was forced to find different employment due to the dwindling economy, but was fortunate to receive 4 job/interview offers within a month’s time, and ultimately found an amazing opportunity to work in the afternoon and have time to be with WeiJay in the mornings.

Sadly though, yesterday I arrived at the sad realization that I’m not twenty-ten. I’m thirty. Officially on the downhill slide to oldness, if I’m not there already. The moment of this epiphany seems so little, but in my view, was shocking and quite unwelcome (not unlike sticking your hand into an unidentifiable sticky/gooey substance).

The moment? I was cleaning the house, trying to pick-up so the pre-holiday house cleansing wouldn’t be so daunting, and made a discovery that brightened my eyes… and subsequently darkened my spirit. What find is this, you may ask? It happened in slow motion – I moved a towel and uncovered what I thought was a baggy full of trash, only to find that this wasn’t a baggy full of trash – no, my friends, this was a baggy full of Pepto-Bismol tablets.

The wonder in my eyes was reminiscent of a child at Christmas morning. In the instant that followed my fun discovery (Yay!), the thought that shot through my mind – “did I really just get excited over Pepto Bismol?” (ugh!).

My wife tries to convince me that this isn’t a sign that I’m old, but I think she’s just being nice (or perhaps in denial, so she won’t have to be married to an “old” guy). She is a self-professed nerd, so her opinion on the matter of the Pepto that once-was-lost-and-now-is-found has been thrown out of court.

So, I’m old. For those of you who are thirty or over, I apologize for the insinuation that you are old, but honestly, at your age, you should have a developed sense of humor to appreciate the changes we go through as we age.

All the more reason I am enjoying my days with WeiJay. Nothing keeps you young like spending quality time with kids. The wonder in their eyes as they make new discoveries is nothing short of magical. When WeiJay learns a new word, the smile that crosses his face when he learns that his endeavor was successful is one of my weekly delights.

I realize that this blog is long, and if you are like me, then you don’t care that much for long blogs… but I’m old now, so you’ll have to forgive me.

Tonight, the role of "Viceroy Monarch" will be enthusiastically played by WeiJay.

Let's see, at an inch and a quarter a month, he'll be wearing size 12s before Kindergarten.

What's cuter than a kid wearing a polo and blue jeans? Not much I tell you, not much.

On our trip to the zoo, WeiJay was pointing to the trees where he heard birds chirping loudly... which led to this neat photo of some balloons waaaaaaaaaaaaaay up in the sky. Or perhaps he saw the balloons. What kid doesn't love balloons?

This is a picture of a bird. Old people love pictures of nature... especially birds.


Now for an inspirational scripture:

You yourself will be very ill with a lingering disease of the bowels, until the disease causes your bowels to come out. - 2 Chronicles 21:15
(sorry, I think bowels is a funny word)