Maybe Jack finally stopped growing (6’2” and only 16 so probably not?) I have been measuring him semi regularly on a wall inside my closet since he was about one and a half. 😍
There are dozens of marks… I would put what grade Jack was in, his teacher’s name then his height and age and the date. It’s a total memory wall. I measured myself a couple of times over the last decade. After the height went down a quarter of an inch one time I just stopped measuring. LOL! Don’t wanna know! (Lalalalalalala)
So anyway back to the closet. Right to the side of where I measure Jack are the shelves where I keep my folded jeans, pants (slacks LOL) and leggings etc. over the years the piles grew and even styles changed somewhat drastically … I had some wide legged pants and a few boot cut … like what??? The piles were getting out of hand and as Jack got taller, and broader, it was hard for him to squish in to the space between the door and these shelves for me to accurately measure him. It was a struggle and I would just cram the jeans in even tighter to make room.
Fast forward to the last few weeks (leading up to today actually) and me watching many episodes of Marie Kondo’s shows… first the Tidying one and now the Spark Joy show. If you haven’t watched any of these shows, give em a whirl. She makes you want to eliminate all the clutter in your closets, bookshelves and cabinets.
Side note: Jack is in the shower and possibly singing Billy Joel, I can’t really tell. Or maybe it’s Kanye.
Ok, so I’ve been cleaning out my closets and drawers. 5 garbage bags of shirts and misc. clothing have already gone to Goodwill. Five!!!!
Today I got to the jeans shelves. I filled one giant hefty bag full of various pants and pant-like things. Jeans, leggings, camo, cropped leggings, a jegging or two, NY & Co slacks hahahah I hate that word. But now… you can move freely in my closet (it’s a small walk in.) and Jack will comfortably stand tall against the measuring wall the next time we measure him.
me: Jack, go look in my closet.
Jack: Why what’d you do now?
me: I got rid of a full garbage bag of jeans.
Jack: You wear jeans?
me: Go look!
Jack: Woah, you can actually move in here without being assaulted by your shelves.
me: Should we measure you?
Jack: You just did like 2 weeks ago and I haven’t grown since.
me: Do you think you’ve stopped growing?
Jack: I hope so. I’m ready to get serious about buying some clothes.
It’s funny to think about how many times (probably a hundred or more) Jack would outgrow new clothes even before he wore them due to waiting for the right season. He would get summer clothes for his birthday which is in the dead of winter, and then nothing would fit by July. We had to be very strategic or just buy exactly what he needed that day.
Even if he stops growing soon-ish, I think we are good stopping at a size 12-13 shoe and 34” inseam. Let’s not push it any further. I can’t afford the grocery bills!!!
Jack and I were sitting on the couch the other night. He was showing me something from school that I simply cannot remember right now (Oy!) and I had to lean in to see what he was showing me. Then he looked at my arm, reached over and jiggled it. (It’s a wonder he made it to 16)
Jack: Hey your arm jiggles like a lunch lady!
me: Whaaatttt???? (I start winding up for the knock out punch)
Jack: No! No! Don’t worry! The top of your arm is fine and that’s the important part.
After serving Jack a breakfast of toast and a Swiss cheese and spinach omelette, I handed him a glass of milk and a bowl of cherries.
Jack: Oh sure, feed me milk and cherries, exactly what killed Thomas Jefferson!!!
What??? First of all. WHO even KNOWS that, and frankly I didn’t even remember which president Jefferson even was (he was the third). And 2nd of all, it was Zachary Taylor, the 12th president, who actually died from a food borne illness suspected of coming either from the pathogens in the water used to wash the cherries or the unpasteurized milk he drank. Well everyone drank that back then. I mean, come on, we ALL know that Louis Pasteur was only in his 20’s at this point, right??
I was driving home from work and gave Jack a call to let him know that I’d be there in a few minutes. I’m not sure if other parents have similar conversations with their teenager… Or maybe they do for different reasons… haha…
me: hey Jack, I’m almost home, getting off the exit now. What are you doing?
Jack: perfect timing. I just broke the corkscrew and don’t know what to do.
Me: Ummm isn’t it a little early to be drinking wine?
Jack : I’m not drinking, I used it to fix the knot in my shorts. But it didn’t work because I held the handle too tight.
Jack and I ate dinner while watching an episode of Madame Secretary. He is so into that show now, and i’m watching it all for a 2nd tme. Really good if you haven’t seen it yet! We would highly recommend it as your next binge.
This week Jack has been interning at my friend’s business and understands what it feels like to be busy all day. We get up at 5 to be at rowing practice at 6, then finish up, go home, shower and I drive Jack to his “job” for 9 then I go to work (luckily they are close to each other), then we head home, walk the dog, feed the cats and slap some dinner together.
Anyway, we were tired from a full week of getting up at 5am. Trust me, as much as I like seeing the sunrise on the beach, I just want a day of solid sleep. We were in the mood to veg out on the couch. I made a giant pot of mac and cheese for Jack, along with veggies, etc., and made sure to make enough for left overs hopefully for lunch tomorrow.
We were eating, or at least I was still eating, and Jack I guess had finished his food, and slumped over like he was in a coma, groaning.
me: What happened?
Jack: Ate. too. much.
me: Really? It didn’t seem like you at a lot at all.
Jack: I ate the whole pan.
me: The whole entire pan??
Jack: Oohhhhhh….. (more holding of stomach and groaning)
me: Jack, that was 8 SERVINGS roughly!
Jack: Yeah, I know, I should have thought that through. Here you can have what’s left.
He hands me his bowl with like 10 little shells in it. Gee thanks.
10 minutes later he eats a half of a banna and a whole apple covered in peanut butter. That was dessert. LOL!