Not much has changed, apart from the increasing anxiety I get when we go somewhere that is heavily populated, especially with a minority community. More shootings. More negligent people with authority. More people believing in the rights of people to have access to semi-automatic rifles, built to ream down humans with precision, than the rights of the people to life, liberty, pursuit of blah blah blah. It is like murdering people in droves is protected under the right to free speech.
My intention with today’s post is to share content that Iris enjoys consuming. A time capsule of jpegs with brief notes. Please share your own kid’s lit and video favorites. If your kid’s favorite videos are of people opening eggs on Youtube, I’m so sorry. Unless that’s a thing you love, too, in which case, share it in the comments and do it with gusto(I WONDER WHAT IS INSIDE THIS KINDEREGG!).
I didn’t do this because I’m an expert on kids, and you shouldn’t trust my advice at all or even read it, probably. I wrote it because I enjoy reading about how other people are screwing up their kids and I want to share my own variety of irresponsibility. Flavors of life, man.
Their gendered names are things they can change if they identify differently as they get older. Chastise me, praise me, none of this affects people outside of our own family, so please respect our parenting decision and take comfort in knowing if we fucked something up, we will listen to our kids when they tell us we fucked up. My point here is that for this first part of my kid's life, we are calling them him/he because Felix was born with a tiny penis. As for Felix’ gender and his own chosen pronouns, he can figure that out later. Iris did.
We had the kid! I PUSHED ANOTHER PERSON OUT OF MY BODY.
Above is my wishlist for this birth. A second birth at home. How did it compare to my “birth plan”?