A tale of growing old

We don't look that old, right? I mean, you can't necessarily tell that we are leaving the era of of our 20's this year. That's right, we will be turning 30 later this fall.

So why is our age important to this post? Well, you see...we are losing our minds. Yesterday, we went to the mall with the kids. When we got home, I went one way and Shawn went another. Then we went about our regular business of getting Caitie ready for a bath, fixing dinner, etc.

So, this morning we were getting ready to go out to Hamburg and make some returns. Shawn asks "Where did I put my keys?" Then began the 40 minute search of the hosue for his keys. We tried desperately to find them, but ended up leaving the house with my keys. When we got home, I went to get Caitie and Shawn continued the search. He went through the trash with a pair of rubber gloves, the laundry, everything.

When I got home, I was certain that we were going to be making a trip to Home Depot to buy new locks. Shawn was saddened that he couldn't remember all of the things he did last night and the order in which he did them. Then I lifted up the People Magazine on the table, and his keys were underneath.