So, I was thinking that Rowan was looking a little leggy the other day. He was also on about minute 37 of screaming at me at dolphin decibel level because I couldn't figure out which of the eight red train cars that he currently owns was the one that he wanted in the tub at that particular moment. That is to say, he was a wee bit fussy. You know what that normally means: growth spurt.
I was right.
I measured his height on January 6th and then today. Would you like to know how much he's grown in two and half months? Almost 2 inches. Yeah.