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I’m sure Levi is actually taller than that, but according to the Western Virginia Science Museum’s reflectometer, he’s 3 foot 2, and come to think of it, the doctor’s recent measurement agreed.

I was looking at my last post, oh so long ago, and yeah, I can no longer call the boy a toddler. I mean, he’s three! The parent, and just about anyone else that has known Levi should be remarking something to the effect of “it is hard to believe” or “i remember when he was just a wee baby all wrapped up in a sling.”

Such days are gone, and pure memory, perhaps fable. We do have numerous pictures to prove that he was in fact a wee baby at one point, but even those seem fabricated. Speaking of pictures, there are new ones available.

I’d like to highlight a particular one. This is Levi’s painting from an art class, in particular, this is a portrait of the Cheshire cat. I’m quite proud of this rendition, but it does further the notion that our child is growing in unfathomable ways.