Mom out to dinner with Brooke and friends tonight, it was finally time for some male bonding between Marlowe and dad. But that idea only went so far, and by the time mom was ready to leave for dinner, the calvary had already been called and had arrived in the form of Grandma Asbury. Words can't describe how helpful Grandma was, but they can describe the moment captured here. Wearing a onesie he recently received from Grandma's friend Diane Holsenbeck, Marlowe is here pondering just why he's been plucked from a comfortable perch on the couch and placed upon a Boppie, under harsh light, in the middle of the kitchen table. "A picture for posterity" was the answer he received, which Marlowe, having yet to develop a sense of nostalgia--nor a sense of time for that matter--found less than compelling. Nonetheless, he'll thank his parents for this photo one day; at least that's what mom and dad keep telling themselves.
1 comment:
Dude, "Bopie" was the name of my childhood blanket. Good stuff. Also, check out Eagleton's chapter (in Literary Theory) on Psychoanalysis for an interesting gloss on the way kids differentiate themselves from the world and beginning forming senses of self. Love the blog!
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