by busyboysam | May 21, 2009 | philosophy of boys
He turned 2. It happened all at once. One day he was bumping around the house, going with the flow, looking up with a cute grin, happy to be alive. The next day he stood up tall and started pronouncing our words and deciding that he would try out “no” for...
by busyboysam | May 19, 2009 | philosophy of boys
They are virtually irresistible. For one thing, they’re huge. Clown-like proportions…silly big really. And they seem so important. You don’t wear shoes like this unless you’re in charge. And so the boy simply has to try them on and walk around...
by busyboysam | May 17, 2009 | philosophy of boys
I have tried 12 times to finish the Solon chapter of Plutarch’s Greek Lives. I shouldn’t have even started the first time, an act of sheer optimism to pick up the book and lay back in my bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I realized the audacity. I...
by busyboysam | Apr 30, 2009 | the girl
If The Girl is in the crib, there must be something fun going on in there. What is she doing? Does she have blue or hazel eyes today? Does she want to play with my elephant blanket? Maybe we could make the crib into a fort. But if The Girl is in her bed and I’m...
by busyboysam | Apr 23, 2009 | fun
Art days with Mary are fun. She usually has some basic skill or art concept she’s trying to teach, but it’s never forced, always comes naturally in the play. Today was the first self portrait. I’ve been waiting for this for over a year. The...
