Six-foot two, with eyes of blue...

My Uncle Jimmy is something like 6'8". My father and brother are well over six feet. Even my Grandmother -- Annie Laurie -- was tall. Okay, I'm average -- 5'6" -- and my mom's a little shorter, but we clearly carry tall genes.

Christopher, of course, is 6'5". He's got an Aunt Diane in Hawaii who's over 6 foot. Clearly he's got the tall genes, too.

So it shouldn't be a big ole shock to me when my daughter is tall. She was born into and remains firmly in the 95th percentile for baby girls. But. But! She's outgrown a whole slew of onesies in the past week or so. Onesies intended for 6-9 month babies. Okay, the 3-6 month pants still fit her becuase it looks like a lot of her height is going to be in her torso (like her mom, poor thing. Makes buying jeans a bear). But the fact of the matter is, she's going to be very tall if she keeps this up.

Happily, thanks to the generosity of my friends and family, we still don't need to buy her any onesies. She's got literally dozens left that do fit. However, I am going to have to go out and buy lightweight night clothes for her. She's outgrown all the sleep sacks we have, never mind that they are heavy winter-weight things. Maybe I'll just put her in t-shirts and legwarmers.