8 years ago, when I was pregnant with Jack, I knew my baby was going to be big. I gained about 35 pounds with him, which isn't too bad I guess, and I even worked out on a regular basis up until the day before he arrived (I even think I worked out the night before). As the months wore on, it became evident that he was running out of room. There were times when I could feel him pushing on my rib cage (yes mom, I know this doesn't make up for what I did to you!) Once, I tried a suggestion my doctor gave me about rubbing a cold Coke can in that spot. "You see, they don't like the cold, so they move to get away from it," was the reasoning. Yeah, right! Tell that to Jack. I only did it once. You see, Jack didn't like that idea and instead of moving (because it was obviously tight quarters) he kicked the tar out of me.
When he was born, two weeks early, he weighed in at a whopping 8 lbs, 12 oz and scored a 9 1/2 on the tests that they ran on him right after birth. The doctor that delivered him said something about it being a good thing he arrived 2 weeks early, because babies tend to gain a pound each week the last month or so. Jack didn't do anything in his age group. He's always scored in the 90-98th percentile, and even wore his 1-2 month old clothes right after birth. You see, he's built just like his Paw, and his Paw is big (not as tall as Jason, but big). He and his Paw are broad chested and broad shouldered. Jack's feet are shaped like triangles -- wide at the end of the foot and narrow at the heel. Currently my 8 1/2 year old is 4 ft 9 inches tall and weighs about 105 lbs (and he's not fat, he's thick. Even his doctor says not to worry, he's not fat).
He played flag football last year and did very well on defense. He was the center on offense, and several times Jason and his dad mentioned how natural he was at center. I thought they were blowing smoke, but when they described how a center stands and I began to watch the center for the Cowboys I realized they were right!
Well, tonight they had Twilight camp even though it rained pretty much all night and day (it stopped around noon) so I knew it was going to be muddy. Jason and I told him that he needed to wear his old tennis shoes, but Jack balked at the idea because they had Velcro and he was sure the kids would make fun of him (my theory that he was teased in school about gets stronger with every instance where he has to wear his old shoes). He HAD to wear shoes that tied, the only problem was that the shoes that tied were his new ones and there was NO WAY I was going to let him wear them.
I had a brain storm and went to get my yard shoes. They would be big, I thought, but at least they were old and they tied. Jack wasn't too sure about it, but he was game so we put on my shoes. And I'll be darned if they didn't FIT! WHAT!? MY SHOES FIT MY 8 YEAR OLD!? He has about an inch between where his toes end and the end of my shoe, but for the most part they fit him.
So tonight when I went to go pick him up, I went in and slipped on his Crocs just to see if it wasn't the just the shoe. Sure enough, I fit into his Crocs. My toes hit the end of the shoe, but they fit for the most part.
What does this say about what Jason and I are in for?
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