Kids grow up in spurts, or so it has seemed to me. They’ll go months without much of anything appearing to change, and then out of nowhere they not only act different, they look different too. They get heavier to lift, become faster runners, tell more complex stories, all in spurts. It’s cliche to say sometimes you don’t recognize them from one day to the next, but I’ve had those days.
Lily will be five next month, in two months Linus will be 9. She’s become aggressive about branching out to get more little girl friends, and he’s made the decision to grow his hair longer, to some as-yet undetermined length.