Friday, August 08, 2008
"Teh Patriarchy? I iz Teh Patriarchy!"
here goes another one:
in the second photo, you can clearly see how closely I conform to patriarchal standards of beauty and acceptability...or something...
and I know that white boy babies are a dime a dozen, and ooze privilege from every orifice (whoo boy, lemme tell ya, I change a lot more privilege-y diapers than I ever thought possible), and are really no great shakes, globally speaking, and are nothing to celebrate. but I like this one, my Nigel here.
I don't think I'll be letting him loose on the world until he can cook, clean up after himself, wash his own socks and accept rejection without falling to pieces. I'd like to think we can teach him that being a bully does not equal being a man, and that chromosomes do not indicate superiority.
but for now, I'll be happy when he gets some teeth. learns to crawl forward. says "hello!"
baby steps, man.
he is fairly appealing, if one is into that sort of thing. not everyone is, but if you are, holy crap ain't he cute?
those little legwarmers? I had no idea there was a need for those, but they keep his knees from getting carpet burn.
and I got them free from work.
I gotta say, he's a remarkably even-tempered baby.
I don't think he is cuter-than-average, or smarter-than-average, but he is definitely more easygoing than I (or anyone I know) expected.
and I wonder what accounts for that. considering his parents are completely neurotic and all..
(and welcome, common ryan! glad I tickle your funny bone.)
crazy thing - a lot of mornings I do feel pretty awful. blue, overworked, overwhelmed, you could even call it oppressed I guess.
but he's so fucking happy pretty much all the time - it's hard to sustain a really strong bad mood. he helps me stay in the moment and optimistic. which I really didn't know how to be before.
I was never happier or more in the moment than when I was helping raise my nieces when they were 1 and 2 years old.
oh crap, nap is over. thanks to jerk with weedtrimmer...damn.