It’s New Years Eve. So much has been said about this decade that for lack of a better name is being called the post 9/11 decade. Remember Seattle’s public Millennium Celebrations that got cancelled because of a terrorist plot. Remember the sight gag on late night TV, Seattle’s New Year’s Celebration as a few guys in an empty room sitting on folding chairs. In the year 2000 my beautiful daughter was born, one of those auspicious millennium dragon babies. We bought a house in Seattle. And then the tech boom ended. And then we moved to New York. And then 9/11 happened the week after we discovered the sphere fountain in the World Trade Center Plaza was a good place to take our toddler. Lafayette Avenue Presbyterian Church Playgroup. And then we went to Nebraska to introduce my baby to her great-grandparents. And then there was the Anthrax scare so I didn’t send Christmas Cards from New York to let everyone know we we had moved. And then my baby could talk. Music for Aardvarks. And then my little girl went to preschool at the Dillon Center. STREB kid action with Fabio. Shi Chi Go San. And then my little girl went to pre-K in Manhattan. And then my little girl went to Kindergarten in Brooklyn. And then I spent two months on the jury for a murder trial. And then my little girl was in 1st grade. And then my little girl was in 2nd Grade. Shi Chi Go San. First Holy Communion. FIRST Lego League. Brownie Girl Scouts. And then my little girl was in 3rd grade. The Husband changed jobs four times in one year. The New Economy. AYSO Soccer. And now my little girl is in 4th grade. Barack Obama is the President of the United States. And now it is turning into 2010. We have a new hamster. Whoooosh!