Not any time soon
My brother-in-law, Matt, who visited on Thursday night with his lovely wife, Laura, and their 20-day old son, Landyn, said, “What a chunk!” when Fiala was racing gleefully around the house at bed time, clad only in a diaper, shouting, “Naked! Naked!” Fi is 27 pounds. In spite of her very limited diet (due to extensive food allergies*), Fiala, who will be two in October, is in the 75th percentile for weight.
Audrey, who is exactly 2½ years older than Fiala, has always been slender and small. She is long-waisted, but she’s just rather delicate-looking, and we always have trouble finding jeans that won’t fall off her teensy frame, yet are long enough for her legs. She has been camped in the 25th percentile since she was about six months old. Right now, Audrey is 34 pounds.
I thought that, pretty soon, Fiala would catch up with Audrey, since the gap between their weights is lessening. So, I pulled up the CDC’s growth chart for girls aged 2 – 20 years, to find out when the weight of someone in the 25th percentile would become that of someone in the 75th percentile, at a space of two and a half years apart (I know that’s confusing; I don’t know how to better explain it). I envisioned it being a year or two from now. Turns out, it’s not. Unless I’m reading it incorrectly, if Fiala stays at the 75th percentile, and Audrey at the 25th, their weights will match when Fi is 10½ and Audrey is 13, at which point, they will both be 90 pounds.
(Only semi-related, I remember hitting 60 pounds about midway through my 5th grade year, when I was 10, which would put me in the 10th percentile — undiagnosed celiac disease was to blame for my shrimpiness. My family called me, among other things, “Shrimp.”)
*She just failed a test for mangoes this week. Three days in a row of mango = extensively broken-out face. Bummer.