A Growing Concern

I wouldn't have believed it possible from an almost-6-year old. A teenager, yes, you hear the stories about rapid growth all the time. But in first grade? I had no idea.

At the end of the summer, I bought a bunch of new pants on sale for Baxter. He tried on size 6 but was swimming in them so I got him lots of size 5s. So far so good, right? Not four weeks later, he came downstairs one morning and those jeans were floods - I mean, the change in length from the week before left us snickering in our coffee mugs. Thankfully, I had bought a couple pairs of the next size as well, so I just high-tailed it upstairs and pulled out some jeans that didn't make him look like, well, a goof.

Here we are, literally another four weeks later. I watched Baxter pull on those size 6 jeans this morning, tugging them up and sucking in his already stick-thin stomach to do the clasp. I found this strange until I looked down at his feet: honest to God, the new pants are already noticeably short. Just when we thought he couldn't possibly get any taller or thinner.

I have decided to only buy his pants at the Salvation Army from now on because at this rate we figured out that if he has two pairs of jeans, we are spending about $4 a week (and that's on sale!). We should figure out what's costing us more: Baxter's pants or Lyle's diapers. I bet Bax will win.