My name is Jenn, and I'm 26 years old and married to a wonderful man named Daniel. Together we have a five year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
Name: Ryan
While talking to a friend earlier, I mentioned that Ryan is now fourteen months old. He asked, jokingly of course, why parents, mothers in particular, refer to their child’s age in months, rather than years? I joked about Bill Maher talking about something like that, and bringing up aged cheese (or was it wine?), but couldn’t really give him a real answer. Because, quite frankly, I’m really not sure why I still refer to Ryan’s age in months!
For one thing, I see a world of difference between being one years old and being a few months shy from two years old. Alyssa is thirty-five months old, and I see a world of difference in her now than I did when she was twenty-five months old! Yet in both cases she was “really” just two years old.
Another reason I especially refer to Alyssa’s age in terms of months rather than years is that I know what I think when I hear of siblings being “one and two” or “three and four”. I think to myself, “WHAT? You had them a year apart? Man, SUCKS TO BE YOU!”. I know that people would think that of me with Alyssa and Ryan. Even though they are three months shy of being two years apart. But of course, people don’t know that, unless I tell them, by using their months as their age, rather than their years!
I guess as they get older I’ll let go of telling their ages in months.
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