JD is growing like a weed. He is currently 35 pounds and 41 inches tall. Nothing fits him. So after a shopping spree at TJ Maxx, Target and Old Navy he’s set with jeans, army fatigue cargoes (two hues), khaki pants, corduroys (navy and tan), sweats, long-sleeve rugby shirts, tees, preppy button downs and a cool army fatigue hoody with a fuzzy fleece lining I found at Walmart when I stopped in to buy K-Cups. Yes, JD was with me on our shopping excursions and yes, he had his opinions (he's my kid). I let him pick out a Buzz Light Year long-sleeve tee, an orange polo with yellow stripes and even a pair of Woody jammies. So, yes I let him pick out his clothes sometimes, but sometimes I say no. I recently blogged that a local shoe boutique we shop at sent a sizing reminder via a postcard addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Coppa. We stopped in over the weekend, even though JD seemed to have room in size 11 Nikes I bought for him over the summer. They were a little grubby and we’re shoe people, so what the heck.