I am now the shortest member of the family.
In fact, the boys get a kick out of calling me the runt.
Thanks to the growth hormone and testosterone injections, Nicholas has finally had a growth spurt and is now 5'4" tall. Weston on the other hand has doubled up in inches and added some significant height in a very short amount of time. He is now 5'11" and gaining quickly on Dad.
The thing I loved most about my children being shorter was the ability for me to fit into their clothing. For years, t-shirts, sweat shirts and jeans were shared equally among the three of us. We shared a community wardrobe. Clothing was "one size fits all" so to speak.
So you can imagine my disappointment when Weston announced:
"Mom, I need new clothes! None of this stuff fits me any more."
"Yeah," Nicholas agreed, "Me either."
Reluctantly, I agreed. They were right. It was time for a little man shopping. So Pete, Weston and Nick decided to head over to the clothes store to stock up some new duds.
They came home with bags and bags full of very large men's clothing
"Look Mom," Weston said as he pulled out a pair of man-sized jeans. "I am wearing the same size as Daddy now."
"Yes, I guess I need to face the fact that you and Nicholas are both men now," I said disappointingly.
"Yeah," Pete added, "But you wanna know the greatest thing about all of this?"
"What?" I asked.
"If I run out of clothing now I can just borrow Weston's!"