Well, at least he's honest.

For the last 3 weeks, every single morning, Noah requests his favorite breakfast: pancakes with chocolate chips in them. Until this past week. When he suddenly got honest about it.

"Mommy? I want chocolate chips with pancakes in 'em," he told me.

Well, that's pretty accurate.

Noah is growing profoundly. At the start of fall, when I finally realized that eventually I'd have to switch him into long pants, so probably in mid-September, I bought him new, unthinkably huge pants. And when it was finally cold enough to wear him, his new 3T pants were WAY too long, and I had to cuff them up twice. "I'll sew those," I thought, and thank God I'm slow.

Because last week, I realized that they were just barely grazing his shoe. Almost too short now. It's been no more than 2 months, and he's almost too tall for them. That's got to be a solid 2" in growth in his legs alone. The kid's getting HUGE. I can't believe it. HUGE.