Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Little Douglass Ali is not so little anymore. In fact, as of last Thursday he is two and now working toward his third year in this world. I'm reminded of a certain hip-hop classic that I used to let him listen to when he was still an infant that serves as the inspiration for the title of this post.
This past Saturday, we had a birthday party for Douglass Ali which my wife said was our most successful gathering since we first moved into our new home a mere 18 days before his birth. It was a beautiful October Saturday, just like the day we brought him home from the hospital. Who could have anticipated how much would have happened since (much of which has been chronicled on this blog). Family and friends gathered in the back yard for lots of fun and food. There was a great deal of running around (for those at the appropriate stage of life), kicking a ball here and there, enjoying a push toy or two and getting to take a ride in his wagon (the wagon was a big hit for the younger set). Douglass Ali got to enjoy his first ever slice of pizza (he can say pizza too), gobbling up a whole piece on his own like the big boy he is. If that was not enough, a neighbor brought over some live chickens for the kids to see. Douglass Ali didn't show a bit of fear and was very gentle. Our neighbor was so impressed by how he handled these chickens, he got an invitation to come and spend as much time with them as possible.
It was then time for cake (an ice-cream cake. And yes he can say "ice cream") and singing "Happy Birthday". Then he got to open many gifts. These included some age appropriate sports gear, childrens' books about his namesake Frederick Douglass, Dr. Martin Luther King, and Rosa Parks, a book that sings classic nursery rhymes, and a little race track with race cars. This kid is crazy about cars and will carry them around with him where ever he goes the way some kids carry around a teddy bear or a doll. It's way too cute.
The time to say farewell to his guests (with the exception of his cousin and aunt who slept over) arrived and the party was over. Can't wait for next year.