My Little Artist

It has been more than a year since my last original post, and wow, things have changed so much around here. For starters, we’re older. Imagine that! Time passes and we age, it’s like we’re special or something!

The Artist Formerly Known As Little Man is 12 now and in middle school. Should I call him TAFKALM? Stick with Little Man, despite the growth spurt that has practically bankrupted us? Maybe go with The Sorta Man? Heh. And Baby Girl is five and in kindergarten. My babies are getting old on me.

The past year has been…real. Isn’t that what people say when there’s really too much to say? “It’s been real.” Things have been real on a parenting level, personal level, and whatever other level there is. Between that and getting rather burned out on the blog stuff, I’ve been away from the doodleverse. And now we’re all confined to the house like so many others thanks to the coronavirus, including my husband who is working home from again, and things are…well, they’re still real, but in a sense that frees up a large chunk of my time.

My calendar was slammed early last week, but it emptied real fast. No more spending close to three hours transporting children to/from school, going to the girl’s speech/occupational therapy appointments, taking them to soccer/theater practice, going to my own appointments, volunteering, running errands, or doing anything else besides going over the kids’ lessons with them. (Can you see that I’m trying to justify my absence with the busyness?) I don’t know how long this will go on more than anyone else, but in the meantime, I’m going to use some of that extra time on creative stuff like this blog.

Moving on to the doodles. I never really updated our looks from when I first started blogging in 2016, so I guess it’s time for that. Before I share the new photo, here’s how I originally doodled us when I started this blog:

So sweet, right? And here’s us in 2020:

Well, if I’m being truthful, it’s more like this with the 12-year-old:

I’m not including the new wrinkles or gray hairs or split ends or extra…baggage. We’ve got that in spades, but if the celebrities can get air-brushed for magazine covers, then I suppose I can do the doodled version of that for us. 😉 After Baby Girl begged to have her hair cut off, we can’t see anymore peaks of blond, so I darkened her hair up. (Maybe summer will bring them back.) I’ll likely doodle her with a hair bow if I can remember so she doesn’t look too much like younger Little Man. My husband now sports a nice beard. And if Little Man doesn’t stop growing, he’ll be taller than me before long. Ch-ch-changing!

As you can imagine, plenty has happened over the past year that is worth writing about. The girl is funnier than ever, after all. (As for the boy…well, like I said, he’s 12.) For the first post, I settled on something familiar–Baby Girl’s ability to cut to the quick. She can be quite savage with her comments, and here are a couple of old doodles that show that:

That was around Christmastime when she was three. Apparently Goodwill has a “No live persons/animals” policy.

And then there was the time when the boy tried teaching her some Yo Mama jokes, which backfired on him.

They might look different, but things haven’t changed much on that front with Baby Girl. She has developed a bit of a filter, but she doesn’t use it often with her brother. I feel like I should add that we correct her and so on, but it’s a work in progress.

Baby Girl got mad at Little Man last week for something I can’t remember. Rather than yell at him, she decided to work out her anger with her artwork, which we learned when she loudly described her drawing.

The drawing:

She also added that she put check marks on everyone she wanted, “which is everyone except Little Man.” We told BG that it wasn’t nice to say things like that and that such comments would hurt her brother’s feelings. (It did not; he snickered over it.) Baby Girl started drawing again, and this time she was more inclusive of her brother.

“I drew hearts for our ENTIRE family!” she said proudly and held up the drawing.

“I did them in everyone’s favorite color, too. However many hearts you have is how much I love that person. So, Mommy has five hearts, I have three hearts, Daddy has two hearts, and Little Man has one heart.”

Oof.

(She really loves me, though.)


Thanks for joining me again!

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Author: Erika

I’m a SAHM to two kids. When I’m not doing all the typical mom things (diapers, soccer, etc.), I like writing, reading, and playing games. Clearly I live the life of a rock star.

8 thoughts on “My Little Artist”

  1. I love BG! Omg! she’s a hoot! However many hearts you have is how much I love you, hahaha. Now that’s priceless. ❤ LM is 12 now? Wow! I've followed your blogs for so long, he was about 4 when I started following you I think. Wow how time flies. xoxox

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