My parents were both 33 when I was born. They were among the older parents of kids in my grade, but I don't think they were the oldest. (Also, my two best friends had fairly young parents, so that may have skewed my perception.)

My parents were married 7 years before they had me(she was 30.) When I asked about the timing, my mother said it was because they finally had stable health insurance because dad was finally offered a tenure track position. She quit taking the pill and got knocked up a month later. Warm and fuzzy, huh? It makes me laugh.

They were older than my peers' parents, but the most noticable diff wasn't that, but that they were academics (we didn't live in the university part of town.) The median age of parenthood was very young in the community, in any case. 10% of the girls in my graduating class had children.

I have grocery shopped (it was Bea Gaddy day! So I shopped for other people too,) and the floors are vacuumed and mopped. There may be a target trip later. Waiting for the floors to dry, and then I'll make dinner.

My brain is all mushy. I came into work around 11 this morning and have been really cranking stuff out. Which is good because I had so much to do, I was sure I would have to come in tomorrow, too. It's amazing how much I can get done when no one is around to bug me.

I was born in 1972 when my mother was 22, her first child. Growing up, all of her friends were about her age, and all of their kids were (occasionally) my sister's and (usually) my brother's age, six years younger than me. I was always in between, too young to hang out with the grown-ups and too big to play with the other kids. I read a lot of books.

It is very strange to think that when my mother was my age (34), she was divorced, and dating, and had kids 12, 9, and 6. On the flip side, I don't think I'll have to worry about her health and caretaking for her for a long time yet - she's 56 now, and mr. flea's parents are 66, and the difference feels like a big one.

ETA: Matilda! Such a long, elegant nose!

I remember turning 22 and thinking that by that age, my grandmother already had four of her six children.

My brother's inlaws are in their 40s. My parents are in their 60s. It isn't a source of why they just don't get each other, but it acts as just another nail in the coffin of the inlaw relationship. Oy.

Bea Gaddy

Missing Baltimore a bit, just now...

I just googled to find out what that is. (I lived in Baltimore many, many years ago -- I'm sure that Bea Gaddy was there but I had not heard of her.)

I'm tired...pooped. But, I did finish everything I needed to finish this weekend, so I'm going home and I'm gonna sit and do nothing. And like it.

My mom was 25 when she had me. Seems like a Baby Bear age.

Lots of my friends are pregnant now, which made me think about how normal it seems to me to be having your first child in your thirties. It just doesn't seem old to me.

I did feel old yesterday when I ran into one of my students from my first year teaching high school. He was in my 5th period Spanish 1 class and now he works for the TSA. Crazy. Oh well, at least he recognized me, so I guess I don't look over the hill yet.