June 30th, 2006: 7lbs. 

December 25th 2007:8lbs

December 9th 2012: 9lbs.

I need to grow. I need to grow. I'm the shortest out of all my basketball buddies! My height is like a high-score on an arcade game. It used to be good but now it's being passed up. In the halls of high school I'm happy, but my height feels like it shrinks when I show up to practice. I use my height for sports and strength. With my siblings getting taller and taller my height is screaming for help.

My sister has always been a big baby. When she was a kid she was a hungry hippo. Throughout childhood her stomach was like a bottomless pit, devouring everything in its path. Currently, her growth spurts are rapid like her Snapchat notification. Her limbs must be yawing. She’s on the path to pass me up, and then what's the outcome? Shame, shame, shame. I don't know for sure, but I need to grow. She uses her height to scare me.

My little brother, the baby of the bunch. He’s always getting picked on like the apple trees in our backyard. His height takes all the blame. He uses his height to stand his ground. His height gets more confident every day. My brother's future is frightening.

But they do say that 7 ate 9.