The other day we were up at Grandma Sherry's- the keeper of the official Martinson grandchild growth chart. Recently Eli topped the list. Taller than all of the cousins. And the grandparents. Rollie likes to say, "Eli has caught his grandmother..." We think he thinks that Eli has not caught him, but he has. Yes he has. Anyway- we backed him up to the wall, thinking he probably had grown a little since the last time we did this in mid-October. But holy moly- another 1.5 inches since then! In 10 weeks. That's 1/8 an inch a week. Every week. And it's 2.5 inches since school started. Wow. He's about 3/8 and inch below me- so I'll be taller than him til my birthday if this tangent continues. Eli points out that at some point, it has to end. I think he's talking about the growth, but he may also be talking about my height dominance. It will be odd to look up to him. I like being taller.
He's handled this amazing growth spurt with a good deal of grace. I mean that both mentally and physically. When a puppy grows like this they sleep 16-18 hours a day. Eli does not. But he remains mostly sunny and sweet. There are occasional storms, but those are to be expected. In terms of physical changes- somehow he has managed to keep up with this growth- no real tripping or awkwardness, and his morning exercise routine is actually bulking him up at the same time that he rockets skyward.
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