She Keeps Growing and Growing. . .

When we got home from Angie's last doctor visit, I almost immediately stood her up against the kitchen door jamb to measure her, since I didn't recall what the nurse had said amid all of the crying and screaming. Thirty inches. But between Noon on Wednesday and 3:00 on Thursday, Angie had been awake a total of seven hours. . .two three-hour naps and a fourteen hour stretch of sleep overnight took up the rest of the 27 hours. I wonder how tall she is now? I can just barely restrain myself from propping her against the wall and measuring again.