Feeling Old

Last weekend, we welcomed Show and Derek back from their honeymoon in Japan. They were the only couple in our group that didn't have kids. We met early, ate dinner, and left the restaurant by 9PM to get our respective children to bed. Back in the day, we would have just been getting started. Probably gone out for dessert and stayed up talking until after midnight.

On Saturday, we went to a 3 year old's birthday party where they had a bouncy house. It was a lot of fun. It was our first time in a bouncy house and for Lukas. We weren't sure if he would like it, but he LOVED it. He loves jumping in general, so when there's a place where all these kids and adults can go in and jump, he had a blast. I never realized how big these bouncy houses were. I actually was able to do some gymnastics. Now, I haven't done a back handspring in probably over 10 years. I can't even remember the last time I did it and I don't know what I was thinking. You hear about all those weekend warriors who injure themselves because they think that they can still do all the things that they used to do when they were younger. Even though in my head I had visions of being carried out in a gurney on the way to the hospital, the kid inside of me couldn't contain myself. There aren't that many opportunities for me to even try a back handspring, so I thought to myself, "If I don't do it now, I will regret it tonight." I did 2 back handsprings. The first was to make sure that I could still do it and the second was because I had so much fun. I would have done it a few more times, but the kids started coming back in and I thought about how mortified I would be if I landed on one of them. How do you explain that to another parent? It's not like I can say, "Sorry my kid pushed your kid" it's more like "Sorry I landed on your kid trying to relive my youth." Though it felt great to still be able to do the back handspring, it did make me feel old because I hadn't done it in so long.

On Sunday, I spent the afternoon doing alumni interviews for Northwestern. I realized that these kids probably thought I was ancient since they were probably 5 years old when I graduated college and they were probably born near the time I graduated from high school. I can't say I blame them because I remember thinking when I was in college that 30 was old.

Lukas update: yesterday, when the nanny asked Lukas where his nariz (nose in Spanish) was, he touched his nose. That's pretty cool. He's officially cruising and I can see 4 teeth coming in on the top. We got him a little toothbrush and he loves brushing his teeth, so hopefully that means that he'll have good teeth.