Mr Blue Eyes has been walking for a while now. He has been content to just toddle around on the porch, barefoot, the sun on his back.
Have shoes - will travel.
I am suddenly having flashbacks from when my Brown Eyed Girl was this age. When she grew brave enough to step off the porch and venture out on her own to explore. There are a lot of things to explore out here at the little house in the prairie. Plenty of places to go on 40 acres. Pastures. Barns. long, long dirt roads.
An old familiar heart palpitation returns. The one that made me cuss not having a fenced back yard for two years. Just a little area to contain my roaming children.
I wouldn't mind his will to roam so much if he would just answer me when I called his name with a, "Hey Mom! I'm right here! Don't worry, I didn't got too far. Just watching the horses."
Unfortunately - they never answer me.
I am forced to scour the property for little wondering shoes. Shouting their names - disguising the edge of panic in my voice. Thanking God our neighbors live so far away. Suppressing the building anxiety attack. Praying he didn't get too far. Cussing again for that little picket fence out back where I could deposit my children and disregard my parental responsibilities for five minutes to pee in piece and quiet...
And then I find him...
Walking down the driveway. A man on a journey.
We are in need of a little redirecting.
I can't believe how big he's getting.
He's not my little baby anymore. Every day becoming my little boy.
Young man, it's time you meet the barn.
You're tour guide today will be Miss Kitty. Miss Kitty, he is all yours.
Those are the stalls. The horses live in there when the snow flies.
When your doggies get tired, the wind is blow'n or you just need a sit and ponder your day, the barn is a great place.
One of the best views you'll find is from my barn door looking out over the prairie.
I couldn't help but love a couple of these photos and with a little help from my friend Instragram, I have these great memories of my little barn man.
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