Friday, December 2, 2016

Those kids who were us

I don't know about you, but for the most part, I rather like the habit Facebook has of pushing a bit of nostalgia on me in the form of posts from X years ago. Today, this popped up:

This is our engagement photo, from 9 years ago. I saw it and thought "Who are these kids?" 

I posted it to my timeline and my wife said "So young, so well rested. You were sick during this picture and you look less tired than our normal non-sick state now." 

So. True. 

This is how we look now, nine years later:

Just kidding, that's my aunt and uncle. 

But actually, this is us over the summer:

On vacation. I look tired and old on vacation. And to think, once upon a time I had a baby face. Now, not only do they not card me at bars, they give me the first one free because they're like "Buddy, you look like you need this. Also, you could use a vacation." 

But I've been there, I know it won't help. All I want for Christmas is three weeks of uninterrupted sleep. Is that so much to ask? I mean, bears have children too, and they get to hibernate. Our girls will be fine if the two of us go into hibernation right? The oldest is a very responsible six years old. Or, as we say, she has six years making me old. 


  1. I can relate. The hell of it is that once the kids are grown and gone and you can sleep as much as you want (at least on weekends), you will wake up automatically at 6:00 am. Alas.

  2. You posted!

    I don't have kids. Maybe that's why I'm 46 and still get carded when I buy wine at the grocery store?