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Tuesday morning I saw my first flock of geese in V formation, headed southeast. Another group this morning. Trees are starting to yellow – but is it drought or the swiftly tilting planet?

My ‘little’ brother turns 30 today. It reminds me that I will be 32 this year. I’m both shocked and pleased. That gives Nicole and I two-three more years (in our agreed upon timeline) to decide if we are having more kids. That gives me some time to figure out my career path a little more directly and position myself nicely to accommodate a third child if we decide to go that route. I’ve never really stressed about age – it’s really just a number. But it’s funny how the older I get, the more insistent that little nagging emotional stress quotient (When Harry Met Sally moment: “Oh god! I’m gonna be FORTY!” “When?” “SOMEday!”) of age starts playing a part in my birthday anticipation.

I did tell Bailey that Cameron Diaz turned 40 today. I wonder if that made him feel better. Bailey totally stresses about age!

I’m already thinking of Christmas lists, Fall and Halloween décor, and rocketing past the start of the New Year to our sons’ second birthday. Slow. Down. Brain.

The babysitter is really impressed with Brenner. He know all the animals in her picture books – even the ones he hasn’t seen before. I wonder if Brooks is my introvert instead of Brenner… It didn’t look that way at first, but Brenner’s chitter chatter and constant exploration while Brooks likes to sit quietly on the couch (sometimes with a snuggle, a lot of times just by himself) gazing off into space thinking deep toddler thoughts… Brenner might actually be Bailey remade. I hope. He’ll never know a stranger and Bailey’s unusual charisma leads him to befriend people so easily.

I have a lot of results to push out in the next two days. I keep forgetting that Monday is labor day and planning to do things Monday. My coworkers are all joking about me being the most dedicated employee ever, willing to work Labor Day. Um, no. Just so caught up in all the pans I have on the fire that I can’t be bothered to remember a national holiday. Messed. Up.

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Tuesday morning I saw my first flock of geese in V formation, headed southeast. Another group this morning. Trees are starting to yellow – but is it drought or the swiftly tilting planet?

My ‘little’ brother turns 30 today. It reminds me that I will be 32 this year. I’m both shocked and pleased. That gives Nicole and I two-three more years (in our agreed upon timeline) to decide if we are having more kids. That gives me some time to figure out my career path a little more directly and position myself nicely to accommodate a third child if we decide to go that route. I’ve never really stressed about age – it’s really just a number. But it’s funny how the older I get, the more insistent that little nagging emotional stress quotient (When Harry Met Sally moment: “Oh god! I’m gonna be FORTY!” “When?” “SOMEday!”) of age starts playing a part in my birthday anticipation.

I did tell Bailey that Cameron Diaz turned 40 today. I wonder if that made him feel better. Bailey totally stresses about age!

I’m already thinking of Christmas lists, Fall and Halloween décor, and rocketing past the start of the New Year to our sons’ second birthday. Slow. Down. Brain.

The babysitter is really impressed with Brenner. He know all the animals in her picture books – even the ones he hasn’t seen before. I wonder if Brooks is my introvert instead of Brenner… It didn’t look that way at first, but Brenner’s chitter chatter and constant exploration while Brooks likes to sit quietly on the couch (sometimes with a snuggle, a lot of times just by himself) gazing off into space thinking deep toddler thoughts… Brenner might actually be Bailey remade. I hope. He’ll never know a stranger and Bailey’s unusual charisma leads him to befriend people so easily.

I have a lot of results to push out in the next two days. I keep forgetting that Monday is labor day and planning to do things Monday. My coworkers are all joking about me being the most dedicated employee ever, willing to work Labor Day. Um, no. Just so caught up in all the pans I have on the fire that I can’t be bothered to remember a national holiday. Messed. Up.