Big kids

Last week I stopped out at my in-laws’ house with the kids for a little distraction time.  Josh was at a meeting after work and I’d had enough of these four walls.  Anyway, Jan brought out Josh’s baby book so we could look at pictures of him as an infant.  I thought there were similarities in looks between Jace and Josh, but what really alarmed me wasn’t in any of the photos.

Jan had dutifully filled in Josh’s height and weight at every check-up from 1 week to 4 years.  I was really surprised to see that when Josh was 3 years old, he was 35” tall – not because of that measurement, but because of the numbers our own children recorded at their 3 year check-ups: both Jude and Jett were 38” tall.  That’s three inches taller than their daddy at that age.  Then I looked at Josh’s height at 4 years old – 38”.  Jude just recently had his check-up and he was 44” tall!  A whole 6 inches taller!  And I know Jett isn’t that far behind.

I don’t know if it’s an indication of what’s to come: Josh is a tall guy now at 6’4” tall, not freakishly tall, but tall as compared to the general public.  Tall enough that when he was younger people assumed he played basketball and tall enough to have a difficult time finding jeans and pants that fit well. And he’s never liked being tall.  Boo!  I like him being tall.

Since Jace was born, my older kids do seem bigger and older to me, but Jett in particular has seemed mammoth to me.  He’s getting to be so stocky and thick.  He’s solid.  I tried not to pick him or Jude up much during my pregnancy, especially toward the end, so when I pick him up now, I can’t believe it’s my boy.

Thinking about the junior high growth-spurts that are to come makes me wanna cry… and hold these little ones while I can still get them on my lap.