Today is my grandpa's 98th birthday. Ninety-eighth. He was born in 1919, during the Prohibition, before women had the right to vote, when Woodrow Wilson was president. It was the year that the first rotary dial phones were introduced, pop-up toasters were invented, scientists in England split the first atom, and the word "bagel" was added to the dictionary. Stamps cost 3¢, a loaf of bread cost 9¢, and you could buy a new house for an average of $5,600.
98 years is a long time, is my point. When i stop and think about all of the things that have changed in the world since he was born, it just kind of blows my mind.
Anyhow. I'm really happy that we get to still have him in our lives.
In other news, we've just finished up day 3 of the school year, and it's been going very well so far. Obviously we're still totally in the early "Let's have a great school year!!!" stage, but everyone is really happy with all of their teachers and all of their classes. Katrina has been decorating all of her notebooks - one is all Doctor Who-bedecked, and one simply has a pineapple on the front (for "Psych," obviously), and she has plans for at least 2 more. They're super cute, and i guess having a happy notebook is one way to make school more fun.