Everything is Bigger In Texas

I used to have a t-shirt with that saying on it. I wore it bunches when we lived in China. (I really wanted the one that said "Texas is bigger than France", especially since all the French people we knew were not friendly...but I restrained myself. You know me, "Diplomacy" is my middle name.) But, unfortunately, this native Texan is worried that "everything" might not be so accurate. Seems we brought some quite small Texans with us to Colorado. Check out little Reed this morning, at 22 months his shirt is a size 18 months. Okay, that's not so bad. But look at his pants. They're 3-6 months! Not kidding. He was wearing those same pants this time last year. I saw them this morning and thought, surely these won't fit him. And as you can see, they fit him just fine. Kyle's doing a little bit better since the blue jeans you see him in here are 12 months. (On a side note, you should have seen them tearin' up the trampoline at Tiny Tots today. They are jumping machines! The teacher said kids don't usually start jumping until 2...but these two can jump like nobody's business.)

And though I don't like proving the point that maybe everything isn't bigger in Texas, I do have another example. Check out our neighbors' dog compared to Hunter. And keep in mind that Hunter is an absolute giant in the Bichon world.

This dog is 170 pounds! (And let's all remember we live in a neighborhood with no fences. That means this dog is inside all the time. ) Needless to say, I'm feelin' like we Texans aren't doing our part in proclaiming our bigness...which would actually be totally fine if everybody was telling me how teeny-tiny I looked!