Me, Myself, and Twins: Getting Old

I have come to the realization that I am getting older. I know that this change has been taking place over time. But I have just noticed this. No longer do injuries happen on the basketball court, but while I am sleeping. Or that process of getting out of bed. My driving is slower and sometimes I get home not realizing how I got there in the first place. Hoping I didn't leave a wake of death and destruction as I went through the motions of finding my way home. I like cauliflower. I used to weigh 150 and could leg press 350. Now I weigh 350 and can leg press 15. I could dunk a basketball, now I think how high up the bottom of the net looks and wonder if they raised the rim to thirty feet from ten feet. A basketball court now looks like a football field. I select foods no longer based on what sounds good, but how it will make me feel later on. I figure out how many hours I have to work to buy something to see if there is value in it. I wear socks all the time. CNN has become a more visited site with my web browser than ESPN. When Killian spilled a bunch of crackers, I didn't look for the garbage can. That would require much more effort than just picking the food up off the floor and shoving the leftover food into my mouth. I guess I have to play the role of the dog since I no longer have one. Conversations used to consist of "what did you think of them trading X NBA player to Y NBA team?" Now I have conversations that sound like this...Me: Did you poop? Killian: No, I good Daddy. Me: What are you doin'? Beck: Poopin'. I am no longer putting together airplane models, but trying to figure out how to read Chinese instructions while putting together a ride on dump truck. The change from being a juvenile to being a father that acts like a juvenile seemed to take place in just one day. I woke up and there it was staring at me in the mirror. It is a change that came about from having those two cute little monsters in my life. I love them for helping to make me a better person. Even if I can no longer get out of bed without sounding like someone just poured milk over Rice Krispies.