my son grows ...

My son (or at least his feet) grows. And thus, is costing me more. Money & Memories

I went out and bought my children new shoes today. All four feet are growing. Addie went up another size, which was convenient sense that pair of Bratz shoes was in the right size for Addie.

Eli is one and half shoes sizes from mine. And I’ve bought t-shirts one size smaller than mine. And well, he has a few inches on waist size – less if I start that diet I keep threatening myself with, he is catching up. The little boy I use to throw in the air and catch, and the little girl that I bundled in tightly in her blanket only what seems like last week, are growing.

Their bodies, their minds and those odd father-inherited personalities are growing like a small garden. If I knew it would have happened this quickly I would have cut back on the water and fertilizer.