for everytime someone said how tall my boys are getting….you know, I’d be rich. Well even without all the dollars, I feel rich.
This is a picture of the door to my little pantry in my 1921 house. If I ever leave this house, the door is going with me. lol I started measuring the boys when they were about 2 and 4. They know the drill, back up to the door, chin up and hold still so Mom can mark it. I didn’t worry about neatness, just that I could get the measurement. For reference, I marked my height and Bret’s height. This year at Christmas, my 20 year old niece Lauren was here, a tiny little thing I loved adding her too. My bet is that Cole will outgrow Bret and Kyle soon.
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