When I was growing up, I heard "She's just growing like a weed" everytime I saw someone I hadn't seen in about a month or longer. Well, now that I'm all grown up, that phrase is a thing of the past ... or so I thought.
We took Noah in for his two year check-up this morning. The doctor was still somewhat amazed by how big Noah is ... "My boys are 2 and a half and they're only 26 pounds." On the way out the door, I stopped to schedule Myra's 5 year check-up and to chat for a bit with the receptionist. She's the one that always pulls her son's file to compare Noah's stats with his. So, she pulled the file and asked "Now, how big is Noah?" I told her "Just over three feet and 36 pounds." She looked at me and said "He's growing like a weed!" She's right.
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