One or two of you may remember the post I did more than a year ago about my growing children and the kitchen door frame. Anyone out there remember Bob? He was a former resident who outstripped us all for height. Still does.
Last night I measured my boys, just to see where they stand. Red Rocks, who proudly wore the name Little Guy two years back, now stands at a noble 5 foot four and a half. He's nearly halfway through 12 years old, to boot. It's a scribbly mess, but I marked the kids' height with a Sharpie.
I'd measured Oatmeal Head and he stepped away and said, "Yes! I've almost caught up with Bob!" He did a little victory dance in the kitchen, the goober. I had to show y'all the door again, even though you still can't see Bob. Oatmeal Head, at 15, stands 6 foot and a half inch. Taller than his dad, about an inch shorter than Bob. See?
And poor, poor Maybelline. She made me measure her as well. At five foot six, she hasn't grown a bit since we moved here. But then, neither have I.
Until I write again ...