31 for 21: Day 3 {Big Mama}

I have always known Payton was a little on the husky side, but after having to weigh her the other day and realizing she ... my 3 year old ... had hit 40 pounds ... uhh, I've grown a little concerned. That is 90th percentile for weight on a typical growth chart and she is off the charts on the Down syndrome growth chart. Sigh.

The child is solid as a rock. She isn't fat ... per se ... just solid. People often times go to pick her up and they just about put their backs out, because they don't expect her to weigh as much as she does. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, given how big her brother is ... and I guess I should be happy since kids with Down syndrome tend to be on the smaller side. Like her sister. But I'm a little concerned that she will move into obesity as she gets older ... and I don't feel like I'm being unrealistic by saying that, especially since she is destined to have a crappy metabolism, courtesy of that extra chromosome.

Today I took Payton to Target to get her more clothes for school, because nothing we have seems to be fitting her. Even some of her 4T stuff that we just bought ... it is ready to be handed down to Nika, so she can wear it in like 2011. Ha.

So there I am, standing in the middle of the big girls section, trying size small on her ... that is like a size 6! Seriously. I was really trying hard to fit her in the x-small, but I'm afraid that once it is washed, it will no longer fit. It was quite depressing, actually ... and I sat there and had my pity party. Until my friend McKenna called me and told me to get over myself, that having a husky child is much better than having a tiny child. Then I reminded her I have one of each ... one on each end of the spectrum.

No matter what, these stubby little fingers are still my favorite!