My Baby is a Giant

Beckett had his 2 year old well baby check yesterday. He's in the 90th percentile for weight (meaning he's heavier than 90% of kids his age) and he's off the charts for height. I'm so proud, but having "Baby Cousin Ella" around last week gave me a sneaky impression that I'd been cheated out of a few more months of tiny person cuddles. Not to mention that boy's clothes, once they outgrow infant sizes, lack any sense of whimsy. At least that part I can do something about, but that's a post for another day.