Ridin’ the range, okay, the family room, Berkeley, CA.
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I have been following your blog for awhile and cannot believe how much both are growing up
Welcome to the relatively quiet comment room, proudsecondgen! And thank you for all that reading all that while.
I been followin these lil’ buggers around for years and I may well be about as disbelieving as you are. The nifty thing about a parenting blog that spans the early years of a kid’s life is that we all get to share the undeniable, gob-smackin’ proof that young lives are such testament to: tempus fugit, and it’s fugit-ing by right before our very eyes.
Thanks for the company.
Time sure does fly, and its scary how fast kids grow is scary. And no problem on reading all that while, I am absolutely in love with this blog. I find it a true testament to the truths of parenting in today’s society.
🙂 Many thanks.
The extra quiet here of late is just part of that testament: working full-time & parenting all-time (from near or afar, consciously or un-) can leave very little time for much else. Fortunately, there’s still the camera’s eye.
I haven’t yet experienced the joys of parenting, but I can imagine it does leave little time for much else. I like to think that the camera’s eye catches things that regular human eye can catch. Things like pure joy, pure love, and pure bliss
Adorable, as always. Although it almost seems odd to see him wearing pants! While I’m sure reconfiguring your life around your new responsibilities/opportunities has been a challenge, I appreciate the glimpses you offer when you are able to share them — both the photos and the insightful writing style. Kudos!
P.S. I think we lived parallel childhoods…I had that exact same horse!
Thank you, sister. And yep: them horses are durable!
And I should add: yes — it’s odd to see him all got up in full boy regalia. He approaches his evolving relationship to his boyness, it seems to me, precisely like Jeannie Livingston (in Paris is Burning) and Judith Butler (in Gender Trouble) explain we all approach our gender: as performance (whether consciously or un-). The heroic (he has a superhero cape on) and the iconic (he’s in cowboy garb under the cape) alike. But the way he eyeballs the look of the clothes in the mirror (oh, like 10-20 x more frequently than his sister ever did) and sails the hem of his cape around certainly suggests to me that he appreciates the performance a whole lot.
In other words, the role play is play, and it’s fun.
Love the tilt of the head and the smile; he’s a gem, LD.