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