When I picked up my parents at the airport this evening I mentioned that Ben's birthday was today as a little reminder in case my parents were suffering from a senior moment. My mom looked at me funny and said "No it's not. His birthday is March 9th." At which point I realized that Sam's birthday is the 6th (of Sept) and Ben's is indeed the 9th. It is now official. I have lost every brain cell I ever had and my mother's memory is better than mine. About MY children. It is a sad, sad state of affairs. Any day now I will not only have to input every occasion in our lives in my ical and have the alarm beep at me to remind me, but I think programming my own bathroom reminders is around the corner, less we have some unfortunate accidents.