Procrastination, thy name is dragon.

Isn't it funny how I never feel like doodling until there's actual work projects to be done? (The babe colored in the red tongue. She did pretty well for a 4 year-old!)

The impressionable memory of a 3 year-old

About three months ago I was commissioned to do several illustrations related to sex ed. I worked on these primarily when my children were sleeping, but there was one point when my 3 year-old saw me working and asked about the pictures. I tried to explain them simply in terms she understood.

She was very interested in the baby in utero pictures and talked about them for several days. Over two months later she drew this:

She had a little blob for the baby but was unsatisfied, so she asked me to help draw the baby. I did and then she "colored it in." She was careful to include a way out, with similar texture as was illustrated in one of the female anatomy illustrations I drew, and she deliberately included a line to label the baby, also a feature in the anatomy illustrations.

This was amazing to me for two reasons, 1) her memory is pretty much amazing. She hadn't seen these pictures in over two months, then decided to draw them, pretty anatomically correct for a 3 year-old and 2) she doesn't like to draw and the one rare moment she wants to, she drew that! What? Crazy girl.

Tenuous Balance

I play a game with the Babe where I try to stack a tower as tall and complicated as possible before she knocks it over. She got distracted away from this one and it stayed in the middle of the floor almost the whole day!
I should be an architect.

Babe in toyland

I was cleaning up today and noticed this collection of miscellanea on the floor known in this context as "toys."

I was in the throw-everything-in-the-toybox mode and I realized not one of these things goes in the toybox. Before this Christmas I think we spent money on only one toy. Most of our toys have been gifts, accidental acquirements (such as the ball pictured below from a medical conference), or not toys at all.
I'm sure glad that babies aren't too picky about those details. Someday she'll probably want Barbies and brand names, so I'm going to enjoy this time of blissful carelessness when everything I give her is a toy.