Getting Old?

I think I'm getting old. Here is the latest evidence:

1. I was sore for four days after Alan and I went skiing--something that has never happened to me before.
2. I don't like to stay up past 11:00 pm (Let me clarify--I really do like staying up late, but not when I know that my son gets up at 7:00 every day, no matter how late I go to bed).
3. I'm starting to weigh my options when it comes to reading books. I have to carefully decide whether I should re-read I book that I like, or if I should read a new book. For some reason I feel like I'm running out of time to read all the books I want to read.
4. I don't like to watch long movies. I feel like watching certain movies wastes my life away! I think all (well, almost all) movies should be no longer than 90 minutes. If they are any longer, I start to get antsy. Also, if Alan and I are choosing between two movies to watch, I will see how long they are and almost always choose the shorter one.
5. I think about saving money for our future house all the time, and I secretly get upset when I think that younger people are wasting their money and not thinking about the future.
6. This may sound dumb, but I am disturbed by the fact that I no longer have a "writing callus" on my middle finger. This means it has been a long time since I have been a college student or a professional in the workforce. I don't do much writing by hand anymore.

Hmmm. . . I will add more evidence as I think of it. Sometimes I feel like I take life too seriously. :)

It must be an Instinct

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When you were little, did you always love the little red cherries in fruit cocktail? Did you and your siblings always fight over who got to eat them? Well, who can blame you? After all, they are bright red, beautiful, and usually there were only two or three per can. Who wouldn't fight over them?

Jared loves the cherries. He eats them all first and then gets upset when there aren't any left. I did not encourage this. He just must be his mama's boy. :)

A Little Story about the Buddy

Jared can say the names of everyone he loves: Mama, Dada, Grandma, Grandpa, and all of his aunts and uncles and cousins. I wrote up a funny routine that he and I go through every day. For those interested, you can read about it here.

Freedom at Last!

Jared is about 18 months old now, and we have been taking him to nursery these past couple of months at church (and staying with him there). Well, yesterday I decided to leave him there to see how he would do without me. (I did have to warn the nursery leaders that he still likes to eat playdough and crayons.) Anyway, he did just fine! I peeked on him through the classroom window once, and he was having such a great time. This meant that Alan and I actually got to listen to our lessons and feel the Spirit! Hooray! I just hope that he will keep this up.

Blah

I always get the after-Christmas blues. It is always so sad when all the festivities and family times are over. Not to mention that winter is still just beginning. It also doesn't help that today Alan returned to work after having almost three weeks vacation.

My mother-in-law always says that we sure wouldn't miss much if we just removed those six weeks in between New Year's Day and Valentine's Day. I think I agree.