In sixteen days I turn 31 years old.

It’s kind of funny, in some ways; I think of my age now and I can’t imagine being any older than I am, yet sometimes I still feel like I’m 16 and in high school again. This is bolstered by stupid facebook; I recently got connected with some old friends from college and high school and it’s making me feel old and young again, all at once.

This past weekend was pretty bad. Well, I take that back - not all of it - we had dim sum and met up with friends, but then Sunday, oh was Sunday ever bad. Sunday night, Matthew had a hard time staying asleep at some ungodly hour (I later spied a couple of molars and o, molars, how I hate thee), so in our household, if Matthew doesn’t sleep, none of us sleep. All of us came down with a cold, starting with the little one, and for whatever reason, the damn thing hit Josh and me harder than it did Matthew. We were pretty much zombies for the entire day. At one point I locked Matthew and me in the bedroom, laid on the bed, and talked to him occasionally while he methodically opened and closed the drawers of our dresser, “sorted” my shoes (the kid has a shoe thing already - zappos, watch out!), and occasionally came over to lick my face give me a kiss. Then the stomach issues started Monday and wrapped up on Tuesday. Not a good scene! Yesterday afternoon I thought I was feeling better, but I wasn’t. Turned out I didn’t eat nearly enough yesterday to keep me going. Duh.

Anyway, we’re just about healed, thank goodness. I can’t take much more of sick.

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In other crazy news, our bank was closed - for good! We were already in the process of getting a new bank account and moving things over and such, but there were momentary freakouts nonetheless. I went out on Monday and ended up opening an account at a credit union and after years of doing banking online, it was a pleasure to interact with a person. The first question I asked her was, “Are you guys financially solvent?”

The experience was so good and smooth that I ended up opening Matthew a savings account too, that comes with an accumulator account (sort of like an old-skool Christmas Club account) where money is automatically withdrawn for 12 months at a high interest rate and then you can roll it over into a CD. I figure that’ll give us enough time to really try to figure out what to do with his future financial situation.

Age 1 and already I’m worried about his financial solvency.