One of my favorite internet pastimes is visiting the blog of my friend Matthew in Oregon. He and his wife have one-year-old twin boys, and I love watching Will and Nate grow. 
It dawned on me last night that maybe one of the reasons I'm so fascinated by those boys is because they look remarkably like another guy I knew fifteen or sixteen years ago.
People change, of course, especially the kids. So, I feel a compulsion to warn Matt and Julie that these alert little parent worshippers will one day remove themselves from your constant influence and be out in the world on their own. Since you are raising them properly, you can expect them to represent you and your family with the highest of educational and behavioral standards. For instance, it pleased me so to discover on the internet a photo of my son, a senior in high school, giving his full attention to learning. 
It's good to know the bright-eyed boy from the swingset is realizing his full potential.
My son is on the right path. His haircut tells you everything you need to know. Watching his hair splay in countless different directions, I was thinking "rock star." He's not bad with his guitar. However, he has found a nobler profession in which his hair can be a valuable tool: Viking! He will explore the seas, pillage villages, have women in many ports and establish a benevolent dictatorship on the Faroe Islands.
That hat, in reality, is the start of what no doubt will be a carefully planned Halloween costume. He looked so sumblimely ridiculous in that thing that I broke out in snorty laughs while tears were shooting from my eyes like Chilly Willy.
He will need those cold weather coping skills when he conquers the Faroes. As the newly installed benevolent ruler of Nordicland, he will no doubt be pleased.
Which bring me back to Matthew and his boys: twice the fun, or double trouble? Come see me in fifteen years.
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Now, a rare Daddy D editorial note: In honor of the commenters: Flava Flav context:
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Watching the Boys Grow
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Those photos do look quite a bit alike.
Nice to know what I have to look forward to. The Viking thing is a real possibility. Julie is convinced that I've got that in my background somewhere, hence my irrational reaction to dark, windswept, nordic landscapes.
Great story. I have 17 year old son as well, tall and lanky with lots of hair. Who knew when they were cute angelic babies what the future would hold?? I would't trade him for anything.
Personally, I think he should use the viking helmet to be Flava Flav for Halloween. haha
He has picked well with the Faroe Islands....Lots of pretty girls (fresh air and Scandanavian genes....) knitting all sorts of lovely warm clothing. As king and conqueror, he will be spoiled. At least that's what I've been told...
But it appears his girlfriend has a terrific sense of humor...Flava Flav????? Where Did he get that helmet? Did he mug a passing Viking? One never knows what will stroll into town to visit the casinos........
Elizabeth
I'm down with the whole Flava groove, dog. I just need my man to lay off the crunk on the toofies.
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