Three Feet Long. Um, Tall.

I’m tall! And I found a puddle!

On a lark, we measured Boobaby yesterday: 37 inches! (For my British, Irish, and colonist buddies, that’s 9¼ hands!) We hadn’t gotten an accurate length measurement (we start saying “height” now?) for about a year — too squirmy, and the doctor always just looked at her and said, “Yeah, good enough.”

My wife and I go back and forth between the “she’s growing too fast, we’re missing out!” moments and those times when we are flabbergasted by the changes we see. When did she learn to use the cordless screwdriver? Or to turn doorknobs? Or to fix things with tape?

More importantly, how long before she can change the oil in the car?