When you smile at a baby or toddler, you expect a smile back. It’s universal. People everywhere make weird faces at babies to get rewarded by the drop of pure sunshine that is a baby’s smile. This is the face our baby makes at people. For nearly any reason. We’re sorry.
Curly hair has it’s own innate wisdom, and should you need to deal with it, it’s best to just go along with whatever it says.
Grilled cheese sandwiches are my perfect comfort food. It’s what my mom made when we were sick, or home from school on a special day, and when I’m feeling particularly low or stressed I make it for myself and the kids. Sometimes. Often. Okay, almost all the time.
I realized recently that I am an “ambivert” – someone who exhibits characteristics of both an extrovert and an introvert, which would explain why I sometimes score one and then sometimes the other on highly scientific Facebook tests. I’m rarely intimidated in social situations, and I don’t mind being the center of attention, but I’m usually at the perimeter of gatherings, keeping quietly to myself, because I just don’t enjoy the environment of a crowd. I could probably go a whole month in my house if someone would drop groceries at the door, so, when I’m in that phase, I need convincing.
I really wanted to color this panel, but I resisted, and I’m happy with the choice. I have an all-super-hero birthday party to get ready for this weekend.
Friend: Wow, you look really nice!
Jill: It’s a phase. I get all dressed up to convince myself it’s a good idea to leave the house.
True story. There’s more than one way to accomplish spring cleaning, and finding a spider is a great way to get me to delve into every crack and crevice, layering bug spray and removing potential and unexpected hiding places like toilet paper rolls and dirty socks.
On a side note, I’m testing out how I feel about posting this new, um, unfinished “style” with some of the comics. Yeah, let’s call it a style. Really, I had a long list of comic ideas and several started, but I wasn’t feeling any of them. So, this was a very last-minute thought. And Baby Cute has been waking up around 4am (or 3!) and not really getting back to sleep, so I’m a bit past the point of rational decision-making. But, anyway, I hate coloring the comic and I’m trying to prioritize my time better. Do I really want to spend an hour inking and another two or three coloring when I only have six hours to draw this week? Maybe sometimes. We’ll see.
Also, I’m going to try to start posting more commentary. But hopefully not this much. It’s late, I’m tired, and I think I’m getting sick.
Word for word. Might need to brush up on a few concepts.
Jill and James are floating paper boats down the stream. James says, “pirates are extinct. But boats are sill alive!”
John is sitting in a chair looking angry.
“I always knew I had to be a role model for my kids.”
Jill is standing with her arms crossed, also angry.
“I needed to teach them to exert self control,
to always be kind and make wise decisions.
There are certainly important lessons to be learned.”
There is a broken cup with a toy rocket in the middle of the pieces. Coffee spills down.
Jill is kneeling in front of John, still sitting in the chair, holding his face.
Jill: I’m sorry I yelled at you.
Coffee explains everything.
James wakes Jill up saying: MAMA, COFES, TUBBY AT MEDE MASS!
Jill is making coffee while James says: MA, COFEEST, BAD EMMUS BY A MAST!
Jill is sitting holding her coffee cup while James insists: MOMA, FEST, BAMMY CUBE SADE SAT!
Jill drinks some coffee out of a cup labeled “Mom Fuel”.
MOM, FAST, BABY CUTE MADE A MESS!
Jill turns her head and notices the mess.
Caption: Coffee explains everything.
Fortunately, my children have my sense of imagination.
This beautiful moment lasted exactly twelve minutes. Also, I embellished a bit – I haven’t worn a wristwatch since 1994.
Unburdened by dress codes and undisturbed by peer pressure, homeschooling families can easily lose track of the whole concept of “appropriate attire.” In a world where you must choose your battles, the fight against mismatched socks can feel rather absurd.
This Halloween you may want to take a moment before complimenting a costume, as the child may not actually be wearing one. My child, for example, can not be seen not wearing his hand-painted arc reactor shirt in any situation because it is apparently part of his identity. Please just “go with it” and don’t ask how it gets washed.
(click the image to see all three parts!)
To be fair, I did enjoy that meal.
So, yeah, this happened last week. I should probably clean out the van.
(photoshop & after effects)
They can fight about really anything at all.