We aren't known for "tall" in our family.
The odds are stacked against the kids for dunking a basketball or playing front row on the volleyball team.
I think I put the bakers sugar on the top shelf just so that I can prove to myself that I'm just tall enough to reach without using the step stool.
In their little world, when you can finally ride the rickety tiger coaster at the zoo,
you've made it!
At 32 weeks pregnant, it's obvious that I was banned from this ride.
My Auntie Mary joined us for the day, so "lucky" for her (she's not a real fan of heights), she was Anna's sidekick for her very first tiger coaster adventure.
What you don't see pictured is that Auntie Mary rode the coaster ride with Kieran right before this. He would have kept riding, except two times was her limit, and I don't blame her!
Thanks, Auntie Mary, we love you!
She's got a ways to go before she can go on her father/daughter trip to Disneyland, since you have to be 40 inches.
For now,
she's satisfied with just tall enough.
