We have a girl in our house with a goal: Grow taller. She would prefer hitting six feet (she says). But she will settle for taller than me. And she wants to keep pace with her cousin Adrian. And she is behind.
But as she turned 13, she had just a quarter of an inch to reach the five foot mark. And she was swimming daily. And eating and eating. Then by mid-June the sleeping started. And the sleeping continued some days into the afternoon (only days where she was up at 4:10 to swim from 5 to 6:30AM).
By the end of June, she mastered FIVE FEET.
By the fourth of July, it seemed she was gaining momentum.
Then on July 13th, as she was at Emma’s working on her fair costume contest attire, I realized she grew again. In fact, she was taller than her Grandma. Her expression says everything (and good thing you can’t see my Mom’s face; she is not happy).
NOTE: She keeps growing, still trying to catch up with Adrian. Only time will tell.
