One of my offspring is now 5 feet tall.
And weighs 100 pounds.
And wears a size 9 *MENS* shoe.
We announce these milestones around here like they are a normal part of life moving on. Which they are, of course, until I remember carrying said child in my body, giving birth, dressing him in cute baby clothes and the infamous swaddling blankets.
Then I hyperventilate a little.