I'm still on a bit of a blog break while I work a few things out and finish some things off. But many thoughtful thoughts are thinking themselves and th th th eh thwriting themselves, so bear with me.
I needed to say something. I had to go back to the 2nd hand kids shop (50% off sale right now, thankfully) as some of the pre Christmas clothes no longer fit him. Yes. 2 Weeks ago, fit. Now, nope. His tops are now 5/6's. Yes. 5. FIVE. 6. SIX.
If it weren't for the continuous stream of snot- I'd see him and half expect a beard to sprout any day now.
ETA: Today, I actually had to go to the big kids section to get a fleece in a size 7 with arms long enough to fit. SEVEN. That's a Medium in big kids. Pediatrician's appointment is scheduled so she can tell me I'm crazy and to let him keep growing in peace. But, as funny strange as this is- the more I try to get him clothes to fit- the more worried I get. Literally sick to my stomach worried.