Mini-Me Not So Mini

My girl child has hit some kind of growth acceleration stride. It's as if someone sprinkled her with Miracle Grow and turned the hose on full force. Or maybe it was the California sun over the summer that did it. Whatever it was or is, she jumped from a size 4T to a 6X in clothes; and from a 10 to an 11 1/2 in shoe size since this time last year. Any excuse for shopping, eh? Baby needs a new pair of shoes! And a whole new wardrobe. Turns out she didn't need a new winter coat. A whole story in itself as I blogged about here ; a tale complete with an unneeded purchase, a lost receipt, and a wet finger (don't ask, just go read it).

The girl child is tall. Almost freakishly tall. When she was 3 years old, I constantly heard "She's ONLY three?". Now that she's four I get, you guessed it, "She's ONLY four?". Although sometimes I hear, "What is she, in first grade?". Um. No. Kindergarten is still almost a year away. It was cute for a while, the oohhing and ahhhing over her uniqueness. Now I'm afraid girlfriend is gonna develop some kind of tall girl complex if people don't hesh-up 'bout it.

My favorite comment from the gawkers is "Is your husband tall?", as they look UP at me. Yeah. Hi. I'm tall in case you were wondering why you were getting a crick in your neck while talking to me. Where am I going with this? I dunno. I'm starting to understand the "kids are expensive" phrase that I once scoffed at. Diapers? Feh. Baby food. Pffft. Clothes for girls that grow on a rapid and consistent basis? Holy hell. Cha-ching!

She's a super model in the making.