Alex sporting some hair height at 11 months
Who ever said that size doesn't matter?
Being vertically challenged myself ( 5 feet 0 inches short, when I stand up straight, in the morning whilst breathing in) Even then, my family are convinced that I am exaggerating and don't quite meet the 5 foot mark. I have always been short but you learn to compensate and use some tiny tricks to get by in this sizest world.
My son Alex, who has just turned 4 is learning very quickly that he might be more mature in mind than body and that he has been handed the short straw in the height department as he stands a petite 37 inches short. I know this because I take him to an endocrinologist on a very regular basis. So, just a few weeks before departing on a dream family vacation to Disney world he was measured. Now, most parents would have logged onto the Disney web site to learn of their restaurant choices, hotels and useful tips, I logged on to view the height requirements of the rides.
Here's my other issue. I also have a thrill seeking 11 year old daughter. I knew that juggling the two kids of different stature was going to pose a problem. So there I am viewing the 'family' rides we can all enjoy. Imagine my horror when I discovered that you have to be 38 inches to go on our favorite water ride!
Time to get creative!!! He needs just one inch. That's all. Yes, I could have added height with folded napkins in his sneakers, older kids can wear 'healys' (the sneakers with the wheels underneath adds a good 2 inches)but he's 4. Healys are not a good idea at this age! His regular sneakers add a half an inch so now all he needed was a half an inch.
Don't bother putting the mickey ears on the kids in the hope that they will add 6 inches, they will be asked to remove them :( So, for all you mommies out there with little boys......... I went with the somewhat fashionable, cute look that adds height. With some aaahhhhs from crowds of moms and grandma types...... consider THE MOHAWK.
With nothing more than a dime size blob of hair gel we were good to go. I held my breath as he stood up against the measuring stick as his spiked blond hair brushed against it. We let out a cheer, congratulated him on what a big boy he is, grinned from ear to ear and ran to join the line for the ride. Victory at Disney!
