22 years, 4 months, 10 days

On occasion, I like to hit the link at the top of the page "Next blog" just to check out what other people are doing with their blogs. Some are really creative, some are interesting -- like the woman who imagines what her baby is dreaming about and sets up a photoshoot around this idea. I give her props for her elaborate shoots, but seems risky dressing up and posing a sleeping baby. Others are weird, and most seem to be young families keeping in touch with distant family members. Today as I'm perusing, much to my astonishment, and a tiny bit horror, I found a woman who blogs every day and the title of her blog is 2 years, 6 months, 5 days or however old her child is for that day! Yes, this woman knows how old her daughter is down the day! Yeah, sure it's easy to figure out, but can't you just say 2 1/2? Who needs a running tally? It's kind of like when you shop for clothes of kids and some of them say age 30-36 months and then you have to do the math and be like, "oh yes, for my 3 year old!" (or in one of my psych books when it referred to a 4 year old as a 56-month-old) When have you ever heard someone say "now is that how a 36 month old behaves in public?" when reprimanding their child? Never! Truth of the matter is, I feel sorry for this child. If her mother is this neurotic about making sure everyone knows how her child's exact age, imagine how nutty she is about other important aspects of her child's life? What a nutjob!