Out with the Old, In with the...Older?

This new year has brought on some of my own personal brooding about how old we're all getting, dang it! I really came to that realization when Brendan had his first day of Primary this Sunday. He was sooooo excited to go, and somehow the knowledge that I have two Primary children and no Nursery child any longer, became monumental. Not only are my kids refusing to stay small and sweet, insisting on growing out of everything they own and becoming more independently minded by the second...I'm getting old.
Now, I realize that I'm not 90 or anything yet, but when you can actually watch the fine lines forming around your eyes that you KNOW weren't there even just a few months before and you find the occasional silver hair trying to peak it's way out of your hairdo, that tends to be quite alarming. I'm actually witnessing my own aging here and trying to come to grips with the fact that those Sarah Jessica Parker television ads for anti-aging creams are talking to me! And as much as I keep trying to forget how old I am (and soon will be), it seems that both Caleb and Brendan have taken a real notice lately by asking me point blank to recount to them exactly how old that might be and when the celebration of my onset-of-decrepidness will occur next. Thanks, boys.... Brendan did look cute though and loved his first Primary experience. At least HE was happy about it.