Today was a milestone in Clive’s short little life.
It was the first day that Mommy couldn’t remember how many weeks old he was. It’s not anything personal. I lost count at this point with Remy, too.
Those first few weeks are so easy to track; one, two, three, seven, thirteen, fourteen. Then we hit eighteen, nineteen. Then I forget. How many weeks? How many days?
It’s not that it’s hard to keep count…I think it’s more that I forget that he hasn’t always been with us.
It’s the end of an era–the era where you’re the new kid on the block.
From here on out, you’re family.
🙂
(21 weeks…I looked it up.)
mommakrans says
So stinking cute.