I stumble downstairs at 7:45 after the boy has been up since 6am.

“Daddy Galen cornflakes”
Did you eat cornflakes for breakfast? Were they yum?
“Yeah! Eat all up”
Wow. Are they all in your belly?
stares at me like I’m an idiot, then points to face
“Nooo. MOUTH.”

“Birds fly”
Does anybody else fly?
“People fly planes”
We flew in a plane didn’t we? Do you remember where we went?
“Australia”
Who did we see in Australia?
“Nanna. NickJeab. Grandpa. DaddysNanna”
It was good wasn’t it?
“Yeah!”
…
“Me outside back garden”

2009 was a good year.

I love my job, I love being up near Bristol, and my wife and son make me happier than anything.

But most of all it’s been about this amazing little guy.

Here’s to 2010 being the year of family, runs, and software releases.

It’s definitely not called twilter, but I was sick of my text editor and felt like putting my Engineering degree to some kind of use.

It doesn’t matter. I’ll still kick it around the house before eating it.