A couple of years ago, when Chase was only about (hmm) maybe four or so, he started asking Paul and me to watch him run from one spot to another. He didn't want us to necessarily time him, just to watch him. Then he would ask, "Was I matching out?"
We were perplexed. We tried to have him explain what 'matching out' meant. However he was not able to put it into other words. Eventually we just began to answer him, "Yes! You were definitely matching out."
This conversation was frequent for a year or two, even with our not comprehending what we were agreeing to. Then, one day, I was watching cartoons with the boys and (perhaps it was Shaggy from Scooby-Doo) started running so fast that you could not see his legs - only just a blur. Chase said, "Wow, he is really matching out!"
Aha! I had just discovered the meaning of 'matching out'!
And so, when pondering what name to give this blog spot's web address, matchingout seemed just right. After all - it has most certainly felt like a blur as these boys speed through our lives.
But a fun one (blur, that is).
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LeeAnn, you are such a good writer. Reading your blogs remind me of reading Erma Bombeck, who you probably know nothing about, but she was such a funny writer, and wrote about family life.
Bobbie
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