33 weeks...I think.

Shall I confess?

I don’t know how old my kid is…

By this, I am referring to the number of weeks. I can remember when someone would ask, “How old is he?” I could immediately pop off the number of weeks old my little man was. Now? Now I instantly question how many weeks it has actually been in my head… Now I simply say x amount of months (7 months, 7.5, almost 8). I’m not really certain when that transition happened, but it has me wondering now how long I will refer to my child’s age by months? Am I going to be be saying, “Oh, he’s 17 months old?” That seems awkward… However, I guess we will cross that bridge when we get there.

If I didn’t have my ticker at the top of my blog with the amount of weeks old Wyatt is I would surely be confused all the time. At least I can be accurate with the amount of months. With that said, I do remember that Wyatt was born on a Tuesday and I will continue to take a weekly picture of him up until he is one. I feel like the first year is so monumental, and that’s not to say that each Tuesday after his first birthday isn’t important, but I’ve got to stop somewhere, right? It’s either that or I keep taking pictures of little boy until he starts his senior year of high school…