In hindsight, I wish that I’d marked the height of the kids at the start of the lockdown as I swear that they’ve grown like weeds over the past few months! Although J’s managed to outgrow my shoesize already, when we stand back to back, I’m still ever so slightly taller than him but only by millimetres. How?! How on earth is my eleven-year-old lad almost taller than me, I’m thirty-something years old and still can’t reach the cups on the top shelf but that’s by the by!
It wasn’t until this week when I had some time to sit and clear out the kids wardrobes, that I came to realise just how much our two have grown over these past few months. J is one size off being able to share my shoes and only a few inches from being able to look me straight in the eye. E has also been busy growing whilst I wasn’t looking as she too has shot up leaving me with yet another pile of clothes for charity. Earlier this week we took ‘double trouble’ aka J & E down to…