Chandler is officially as tall as me. Weird. He's kinda short still anyway, but it's freaky to have a kid as tall as me, the mama. We had to find the boy new dress clothes. Blame me for being judgmental, but I was always that gal looking at those young men at church in their high-water pants, and white shirts with sleeves too short, and thinking, "WHY does his mom NOT get that boy clothes that fit, for heaven's sake??" Then, I had a teenage son of my own. It dawned on me that the boy was probably wearing a pair of pants that his mom had bought on the long side the week before, and she refused to buy another pair for at least another week or two.
So Chan and I went shopping. Also, his dress shoes were a size 8, and he wears a 9 1/2 now. Minor detail. He only has to wear them 3 hours a week. Why all the complaining? Anyway, in to the department store we go. Now, I have never actually purchased men's dress clothes before. This is one territory that Ben navigates on his own. What are all those numbers and sizes and whatever on all the dress shirts? And why do they have 1 billion pins in them, so it's impossible to try any on? Needless to say, trial and error, and learning curve were a big part of the experience that day. Also, it's hard to overstate how impossible it is to find pants that are long enough with a small enough waist for this kid. We settled for a 28x32, and a new belt.
All in all, it was a successful excursion. He looked super duper dapper on Sunday, and I kept trying to take pictures of him, but he was all business helping me get the kids ready for church. Hence the blurry picture of him helping Jack tie his tie.
Love this tall, skinny boy. (I'll try to get a better picture soon! Before he grows another foot, and his pants are too short!)