Thursday, March 28, 2013

The Birthday Dirt Dog

From the age of, well, birth to..... yesterday, this child has been the human equivalent of a barrel full of monkeys. He rolled down our staircase at around 6 months old, taking 5 years off the end of my life and after catching his breath and convincing his Mom and I he wasn't dead took off crawling again.

At 9 months he had tubes put in his ears, got Mersa at the age of 2, and following 3 1/2 years of merrily urinating in every conceivable place he could find? He contracted Alopecia and had all of his hair fall out while battling a speech impediment.

Despite all this he has constantly amazed me by having a perpetual smile on his face all the time, laughing and running and roaring through life like some pint sized version of John Blutarsky, complete with the eyebrow wiggle. He's never met a stranger, the entire world is his friend and even though he doesn't know it he lives his life by the motto "If you're gonna go, go BIG."

Tomorrow he turns 7 and I honestly can't believe it.

Seems like yesterday he was standing in the van peeing on the garage floor.

Happy Birthday Trot.

I never thought I'd make 7 years.


~**Dawn**~ said...

That boy rolls with the punches, no doubt about it. Happy Birthday Trot!

Ted D said...

Thanks Dawn. It's never dull.

HorshamScouse said...

He can't be seven already? Happy birthday Trot!

Anonymous said...

Happy belated Birthday to by bud! Hate we couldn't be up there this weekend, but are looking forward to trying to keep up with him next weekend!

Ted D said...

Exactly what I thought, John. But here he is. And Mattie I'm sure he's looking forward to causing as much havoc as possible for your girls this weekend.