Growing Pains

Lately both Pen & Griff have been complaining that their legs hurt. Penelope insists that she has a broken bone (or two or three) and almost every morning she comes half-limping out of her room.

It's no wonder. She's grown almost a half an inch in the last 2 months.

And Griffin has grown 3/4 of an inch since his last doctor's appointment.

I swear I am not feeding them growth hormones.

It does make me wonder just when they'll peak. Will they grow quickly and then stay the same height forever? My mom claims this happened to her, that she was the tallest in her class and then stopped growing. Or will they keep growing until they tower about the rest of us like leggy trees?

I'll probably end up the shortest member of my immediate family. Which is just shenanigans. I'm 5'8" for goodness sake.

I am doomed to be dwarfed by my own offspring. Like my mother before me. And her mother before her (wait, no. Grandma is taller than my Aunt, so this doesn't have that much generational prescidence).

If this continues, however, then I shall forever be in the very literal shadow of my grandchildren and great grandchildren. I will have to be careful at family gatherings so as not to get stepped on.

(At this point if Penelope were awake she'd say "mama, that's just silly. You're being so hyperbolic." And she'd be right. Because that's what I do, and that's where she gets it from).

Ok, I should sleep. I have to take a group of my yearbook editorial staff to yearbook camp tomorrow. Yup. Me. Yearbook camp. Oh the irony, it BURNS.