Or should that be an official measure up?
They don’t quite roll off the tongue like a weigh-in though…
Getting to the point, we have an official measuring wall to capture the various heights of kids (as well as us).
This did lead to problems when we moved. I think my husband transposed the various heights onto a plank of wood… that turned out to be part of the base of the bed… which was given to a friend.
Undeterred, a new wall has been found.
Somehow I managed to grow an extra centimetre.
But I have well and truly been overtaken by my son. I’d hoped he’d at least get to 13 before this occurred. I realise this sounds a bit ridiculous, but it seems like quite a milestone when your little person all of a sudden becomes a bigger-than-me person.
I knew I was on a slippery slope when he started putting his arm around my shoulders. I well and truly entered denial when I suggested we didn’t need an official measurement until his birthday.
Which was clearly highlighted when I received the photo of the unofficial measure, where the only way he was shorter than me was when using a banana as the levelling tool…!
Now he’s reached 13, you’ll be relieved to know the official height-in has occurred, and we have all moved on (no more up for me!).
Tough Mother 