Like a Weed

My babies are growing up and I can't stop it.

Peanut is enormous. Tomorrow he starts going to the 3-4 year old room. Good thing, he is a head taller than all the 2-3 year old room kids. I'm sad he'll leave his friends and teachers. I really like them. The grapevine tells me the new teachers are "really cool". I haven't seen much of them yet so the vote is still out. At his 3 year old check up he measured 41 inches tall and almost 39 lbs. He is still above the average lines on the charts. Oh well. To give you some perspective, his cousin who is only 3 days older weighs 27 lbs and is maybe a whole head and some shoulders shorter.

The little one is growing out of his name. He measures about 19 1/2 lbs and almost 29 inches. He's close to growing out of his car seat so we're looking at new ones. He can now roll over both ways and pushes way up when on his tummy. Once in a while he gets his legs crawling while on his tummy. The downside is that his head just gets mashed into the floor. I'm in no hurry for him to start crawling. Did I mention he is 5 months old? His clothes size is around 12 months, with the occasions 18 month item. He doesn't seem as long in the torso as Peanut, but makes up for it with leg length. Shirts seem to fit OK, but he is so round we need big sizes.

I don't have a baby blob anymore. Having a little one is so wonderful and I'm a bit sad he's growing up. He is most likely my last child and I can't seem to savor him enough.