One Size Fits All-most

14 Weeks

"Are your family members tall?"

"My mother is 5'8" and my father is 6'. Greg is 6' and—"

"He's going to be tall. He's— Wow. Yeah. He's going to be tall."

At Ren's three month doctor visit he was 14 lbs and 26" long. He is in the '12-24' sock size and has outgrown most of his footie pajamas that are for the 6 month olds. He can't sit on his own but he's started pulling up to a full stance. He balances under our grasp, locks his little legs, and looks all around the room as if he's preparing to view it from the ceiling in the very near future. When he's on his back he puts his toes in his mouth. When he's on his front—he now rolls over from back to front—he grunts and yells while he swims in the air. Like he's daring the atmosphere to turn to water so he can start training for the Olympics. Ren's bones seem to stretch in the night, so, naturally he must need to use the new muscles that go along with them. He's like watching The Incredible Hulk in slow motion. When I lift him out of his crib, I'm amazed his shoulders haven't torn through his onesies.

Do they have a Big And Tall store for babies?