Alright, it's been a long time since last post, and the dedicated readers of Intangible Arts (all three of you) may be wondering if there's still life in these old bones.
Alas, there is. We're not dead yet.
But due to a crush of deadlines at the day-job, there hasn't been much time to grease the old gray matter and make with the profound verbals. Thus, I offer an updated Gomez shot to pass the time. He's 17 weeks old today, and that raises a question. Perhaps my co-bloggers with kids can address this one:
At what point does one typically start referring to a child's age in months as opposed to weeks? I realize I'm no math whiz (or any kind of whiz, actually), but when I hear "seventeen weeks," it requires a rapid calculation...
uh....... that's.... what...... four months and a week. He's gotta be old enough to be in "months" by now.
Last week's vet visit included the last of his puppy shots, so now he can mingle with the dirty dogs of the world without fear of catching the plague. As well, he clocked in at a mighty 25 pounds, which means by the time we start measuring his age in YEARS, he should be about 470 pounds and roughly the size of a metrobus.
Can't wait for that one.