Well, here it is; my first post. First, let me tell you what this blog is really going to be about. It won't be just about my life with Eliza and my wife, Staci. It will also be about the things I learn, the little tips and tricks that I find along the way, and beautiful ways of coping as a SAHD (Stay-at-home dad). Hopefully, you won't find my writing to be drab and boring to the point that you desire that I retire to a waste pit of disease and pestilence and never write anything again. I would find that rather discouraging.
Eliza is now exactly 13 months old today. It's a little strange and confusing, saying how old a baby is. As they get older, normally their age-identifiers are counted by months, but once they get to the "year" mark, normalcy flies out of the freakin' window. Some parents call it "12 months," while others will say "one-year-old," or alternate depending on their mood and whether or not Mars is in alignment with Cassiopeia. I understand when it's not a common divisor for a year, e.g. "16 months" vs. "a year and four months," but when a child is "a year-and-a-half" and the parents say "18 months," it gives me the impression that they are trying to make their kid sound older than they are.
Yes, I understand that this is a pointless, stupid thing to be annoyed at, but this is my blog and I reserve the right to get things off my chest. Besides, you're the one reading it ;)
All I'm asking for is a little consistency.
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