This is my teeny, tiny son. Yeah, okay, he’s never been tiny. Seth is fourteen, 5’10” and growing. He grew quite a bit over the summer. His brain still doesn’t realize how big he is. He has managed to shatter several of my favorite dishes just because he’s moving through my kitchen. He also broke the steering wheel on the mower because he tugs so hard on it, but of course he doesn’t think he’s tugging hard at all. He’s a human bulldozer, nothing is safe in his path. He still has a long way to go too. His skin is loose like a puppy and his ears are still soft and pliable and his hands, even though they are bigger than mine now, are still pudgy like a little boys hands.
I love this picture of him with my friend Melanie, he’s so proud of being taller than her. I’m looking forward to the day when he’s taller than me and so is he. I wonder how many more dishes he will break before then? We should probably eat off paper plates and use plastic dishes until he’s done growing and has figured out what his arm span is.