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Two Years

April 5th, 2013 Posted in The Boy

Two years ago today a little guy I nicknamed ‘Froggy’ was born.  He got the nickname originally from the fact that he would constantly kick while he was in the womb, sometimes hard enough that it would rock his mother to the side like someone just shoved her.  He also got it from the scene in Blazing Saddle’s with Harvey Korman taking a bath.  I said that line to him when I was first holding him after he was born, got a laugh out of my wife and the doctor.

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When he was born I remember describing it like the part in the Wizard of Oz where the movie changes from being in black and white to color.  That’s what my son did to me, my whole world turned upside down and I now see it with a different set of eyes.  I used to go work, work, play, sleep, work.  Now the play part is fine, but Matthew likes to walk and be outside and that’s great, but it has made me slow down and appreciate just BEING outside.  He’ll wander my parents property just looking at things and exploring and I’ll walk with him just enjoying having him around.  Occasionally he will pick something up to hand to me that is VERY important -like a rock or a stick, and then continue on his quest for the next bit.

Mom and the Wife will occasionally get mad that I don’t bother to make him put on shoes for these outdoor excursions, today we didn’t even bother with his jeans -t-shirt and a diaper with socks – that’s how we roll here. He had fun, and since it’s his birthday, that’s the point right?


He played with the dogs, helped feed the horses, dug in the dirt, got a basketball thing and shot hoops with his cousin (made more baskets than the current occupant of the White House too) and got a whole bunch more toy trains.  All in all a good day for him that was topped off by a chocolate cupcake.

Hard to believe that he has grown so much in such a short time.  A few months ago he couldn’t hold a cup without spilling it, now he runs to the refrigerator and will fill it himself.  There are still spills at times, but most of the time he will get his cup, fill it and then have a good long drink.

We have another one on the way and soon he will be the ‘big brother’, the one that we will tell “Don’t let the bigger kids pick on her/him” or “Quit teasing your little sister/brother” – both will happen I’m sure, but he will always be special for one reason – he opened my eyes to something I had never really thought of before, the joys of being a parent.

Happy birthday, Froggy.

Matthew in a box

3 Responses to “Two Years”

  1. Six Says:

    Happy birthday Froggy. You may not know it yet but you are one lucky little guy.

  2. Pat Dillard Says:

    I was fortunate to take my first train trip to South Carolina from Penn Station. The amazing cathedral took my breath away and I thought
    what genius designed such a magnificent structure. Later on when real estate agents decided to tear it down for profit I saw groups trying to save this miracle I said “ho Hum, no one is that stupid or greedy” but I was wrong.That’s why I didn’t join in the protest thinking it was too incredible.
    Today I hate every inch of Penn Station and use it frequently to visit New Jersey. They’ve done their dirty deed and we’re fortunate to have photos. I’m happy living in New Jersey after 60 years in Greenwich Village. New York City is more corrupt and on its knees thanks to more ignorance.

  3. Pat Dillard Says:

    I grieve whenever I arrive to Penn Station after knowing first hand what a miracle it was before greedy politicians tore it down.
    And they’re still making dumb decisions and New York City is on its knees driving people to leave. I had enough corruption after 60 years in Greenwich Village. I’m happily living in New Jersey.

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