On Friday, I went to dinner at Friendly's with Dougie and his mom (my great friend, Cindy). Although we spent most of our time moving items around the table so that Dougie didn't splatter paint the wall with ketchup or wash the table with Mom's water, it was a lot of fun and it's always great catching up with her.
He's got so much energy! He was in the high chair, on Cindy's lap, pulling her hair, back in the chair, slingshooting his straw so chocolate milk went all over the place, attempting to walk across the table to get the salt shaker...y'know, the usual dinner ritual.We took our ice cream to go because when Dougie's ready to go, you go. Patience is a lesson that hasn't yet been taught at day care. We went back to his house and we ate ice cream together and played with some toys. He opened the birthday gift I got for him and was...well, let's face it...just a delight.
Behind that chocolate fudge-stained face is one of the sweetest little boys walking this planet...swiftly, no doubt...most likely with someone chasing after him shouting "Douglas, come back here!"
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Saturday, August 6, 2011
"I Want..."
One of my favorite people on Earth is two years old. His name is Douglas and he's got blonde hair, blue eyes and a devilish grin that proves that he's one step ahead of us all.
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