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I got measured! At the cabin in Tahoe there is a great family tradition where everyone gets their height recorded on a wooden beam. Marmee told me I had to wait until I was at least a year old before I got measured, that’s why I didn’t get measured last time. The measuring was official and everything-Daddy used a box of spaghetti to check my height. And guess what-I’m taller than Daddy when he was about a year old!
