I'm almost 420 months!

Felix at 14 weeks and 5 days, sporting
a cute hand-me-down and headed to the fair.

I always sort of rolled my eyes at parents who gave their babies' ages in weeks instead of months, or months instead of years. I never understood why. Twelve weeks? Just say "He's 3 months old." Geez.

Of course, now I understand it perfectly. Not all months have exactly four weeks, and people tend to have very set expectations for every month of a child's age, with respect to both physical size and skills.

For example, Felix will be 16 weeks on Sept. 3, but not "four months old" until almost two weeks later. And babies learn a lot in two weeks! So it's understandable that a new parent wouldn't want to make a child sound older than he actually is...heaven forbid they appear to be behind schedule to all those busybodies who have to ask. I've already had people ask if Felix can sit, crawl, hold his bottle, say "mama" or eat real food, all skills that are beyond any three-month-old.

Either way, I think it's time to graduate to saying months. And somewhere around 18 months, I'll switch to "a year and a half". Anything over 18 months just sounds silly to me. And it's a little sad when parents refer to their older children as "38 months" (yes, I've heard that one!) I think those kids are more likely to still have binkies everywhere they go, like the parents just don't want to let go of the baby stage.

Okay, rant over.

Felix and I have a fun week ahead of us, with a Meetup, a political picnic, the first BSU game and my birthday party on Friday. I'm celebrating a week early...technically I won't be 420 months until September 6th, so please try to keep your expectations of me in check. :)