March 4

A few years ago (actually it's probably been more than a few) I started scheduling the boys' annual check-ups for the same day. It's kind of weird since they're actually almost exactly two and a half years apart and I typically associate those appointments with birthdays, but it's convenient and it works.

Anyway, today was the day. The brositos were in their usual jovial shared mood in the car and as we settled into the exam room. We got through the appointments in decent time, had my questions addressed, received lollipops from a huge bucket (well, not me, but they did), and hit the road so they could catch the latter halves of their respective school days. And that was that.

It's funny how these experiences have changed over time for me. Back when they were younger, I made a point of noting their stats during their appointments, so I'll jot them down now just because I can --Isaac measured 6' .05", as he's been for a while now, and Brady was 5' 10" on the nose-- but I'll also admit that those numbers seem utterly huge to me (since I topped out at 5' 6.75"). It's strange to think that these two boys who started out so small --Isaac just under 8 pounds, Brady a little over 8, and both less than two feet tall-- are are big as they are now. In fact, standing between them in the elevator, looking at our likenesses on the mirror in front of us, I felt really, really small.

And I kind of liked it, because I'm grateful that they're growing. (And growing and growing.)