Landon has been telling me for probably about 6 months "I'm taller than you, Mom!" We'd pull out a book or (when it started getting really close) Jordan's level, but as long as I stretched just a bit to the tallest posture I could, I was still taller. We hadn't measured though for a month or so and sure enough, despite my best posture, he's taller than me now!
We made silly faces in the mirror -- as Landon said something like "I'm not sure if I should smile or not -- I'm not sure how I feel about this!"
A year or so ago, I was in line at the store behind a mom and her three or four teenage children -- surrounding her just like my kids do me - jostling each other, teasing, laughing. It was all very familiar, and I could see myself there so clearly - except all her children were looking down to her! Instead of being the one in the center looking out over the tops of their heads, she was in the center, looking up as she talked with any one of them. It was such a sweet and sad, just kind of strange moment knowing that would be my own perspective in a few (well, more than a few) more years.
But we're on our way with this tall kiddo!
