pooter and peanut

I feel like it's auspicious to review a blog about someone's kids before any others because I look at the "give up" blog as a boring little brat offspring in a big way; a consequence of what was heretofore a recreational activity (fucking/internetting). Without further introduction I offer you "pooter and peanut".



(note the matching plaid "lil' lumberjack" look)

This blog is called "Pooter and Peanut". It's a hyper photo album/ baby book Wyatt (pooter) and Reid's (peanut) mom started in august of 2008 to act as a visual aide for those nauseating 'how are the kids' conversations they must have 30 times every holiday. The first post states as much: "This is so that I do not have to email pics to everyone. You all can just log on and see the most handsome boys." to which 3 relatives posted a reply. 2 of the repliers' profiles had been created, yup, fall 2008. The only 'veteran poster' was "Grandma and MacDaddy" who have been blogger members since 2006. Wha?! I looked at their profile again and they must be the only ones in the whole family that know how to set these things to "private".


There are 25 posts in total and the topics cover various major formative events. Holidays (esp. Christmas and Halloween) family outings, visiting relatives and, of course, "The Regis and Kelly Beautiful Baby Competition". Each of the postings has an average of 5 photos varying in future embarrassment potential for pooter and peanut. This one's my favorite:


(Is he really small? Is the cat huge?)


Most of the others are pretty stock and stylistically typical baby pictures:
(ginger bread house that mark and marcy sent over..)

(Baby peanut with bottle.. )












I was into these, to which I have titled and written a short critical essay about each.


Pooter's Respite.



To me this is an interpretation of the mythical figure Posiedon, to whom the sea was given after the battle of the titans. Slightly embittered at getting Zues' seconds, yet thankful he didn't receive Hades' domain he resides in a constant fit of unrest. Here pooter is pictured in a vast sea of foam packaging material with which the previously pictured gingerbread house was mailed with. Like the jealous sea god, he has tossed everything about in a fit of restlessness and now, distracted from even himself he sits amid that chaos in a distant and fragile moment of rest.



Fall's Lament



This is clearly a piece about patricide. Pooter is pictured playing in the lawn wile his father is blowing the leaves. His face is distorted by the cold air rushing from the nozzle of the leaf blower as he is being pushed back by an invisible force. Just as it is the natural order that at one point the son shall overtake the father, it is also natural that the father maintain every vestige if manhood he can as he progresses in years. Here the father is defending himself from his young son, a reminder of his own mortality, just as casually as he pushes away yet another seasons boon of dead leaves from the small parcel of land to which he clings. It's as if he's saying: "Back, Pooter, Back, Death, you will not claim me this year".

Melancholy Quest


This photo is best summed up with the original caption:

"Wyatt decided he wanted to be a bus rider. I was hesitant at first, but the school is right around the corner. He is the last on in the morning and the first off in the afternoon. As the days grow colder it's nice not having to get Reid out in the winter weather."

Sometimes it feels good to take the kids to the mall, chill for a while and then go online and send out a line about it.









One of these days these two young lads will grow up big and strong and hopefully they will not come looking for the guy that made fun of his mom's blog all those years ago. In the meanwhile, HA HA HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA


love
AGL

P.S. OOOOOh, burn.