So, last year at this time - The Wife was pregnant. The Boy was the size of an almond. I played PS2 - Final Fantasy XII, I think, but that might have been 2 years ago. I was teaching in my last job, revelling in a successful concert season, which included 11 trips to the Big Apple Chorus Singing Christmas Tree, 4 caroling dates with the Dapper Dans, my two concerts and two of The Wife's concerts.
We had our old, non-green couch; the nursery was a spare room and the spare room was a computer room and the music studio had a little bit more room in it. The living room had our Christmas tree but no toys. On top of that, we were getting a solid nine hours of sleep per night during this vacation break.
Now? I'm unemployed. Our living room has a jumperoo, two play gyms and a bouncy chair. Nine hours of sleep per night seems like a distant and fading dream, something out of a story.
Is it worth it? Hellz yeah. It's been an amazing four months, and every day is a little bit better than the last one. This is a wonderful journey that we're taking.
2007 turned out to be FAR, far better than it had any right to be. 2008 will be even better.