Woven and Spun

I decided this morning that I must have brought the wrong child home from the hospital.  Everyone says he looks like me, his ears are exact miniatures of Tim’s, and Tim insists he has my laugh.  But this morning, I discovered an inexplicable trait that, although I envy, I definitely do not possess.  As Drew gets older, his waist is actually shrinking!  I am not kidding – shrinking, I said.  For months now, he has been busting through clothes and new diaper sizes in rapid succession.  Tim would regularly refer to him as ‘Fat Baby’.  He was growing long and wide.  He was a six month old child wearing year old clothing or larger.  I had to buy him size 5 diapers to fit around his waist (and also to deal with his explosive bathroom habits, but I’ll spare you those details…)

Well, last week Tim came home from work, and asked why I was dressing Drew like a gangster.  I hadn’t done so intentionally, but the shorts that used to fit him were sagging down below his little behind.  When I bought diapers last week, I actually went down a size and bought 4’s instead of 5’s because the 5’s were getting too big.  What kind of a mutant child is this?!?  My waist is NOT genetically disposed to shrink as I get older (and Tim’s is not either, but don’t tell him I said that ).  In fact, my waist seems decidedly to be heading in the other direction (no thanks to Drew, of course)  And now he has the nerve to start shrinking – this cannot be my child.  Long and skinny – he had to be switched at birth.