sick day

I vaguely remember a time when being sick was actually kind of fun.  Being forced to slow down a bit, relax, sleep in, eat comfort food… wait – that sounds really fun.  Anyway, being sick with two little kids at home is no fun at all, especially when they’re sick, too.  I want a sick day.

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advent blog

I’m going to go ahead and file this one under “I do it to myself.”  See, I got it into my head that we needed an advent calender, mostly because I was always jealous of the kids who got to eat chocolate every morning of December.  Then, I figured that I would just make one.  Then I had to go and make it all complicated.  So, here is my current design, patiently waiting to be realized in my holiday crafting material of choice: felted wool from old sweaters.  Each of the 25 thingies (everything other than the tree itself) will be a pocket for some kind of tiny treat.  Hmmm… I guess I’ll need to have room for two tiny treats in a year or two.  Oh!  That reminds me!  I also have to make a new stocking for baby, AND a birthday banner in time for her quickly approaching first birthday!  Good thing I have a lot of sweaters.

good drying day

clothesline blog

Uhhhh… huh.  This is kind of strange and I’m not sure how it evolved, but I assure you that there is nothing sinister going on here.  I’ve had tails on the brain since the other day when Doodle announced that he would like a tail just like Hoob’s.  I also have laundry on the brain way more than I’d like to, and today was, in fact, a good drying day.  So, there you go.  Next week: mice swimming in a sink full of dishes.

how do they know?

birdfeeder-blog

If it weren’t already painfully obvious that watching the bird feeder is prime entertainment in my household, I guess it is now.  Seriously, though – does there exist some kind of bird/squirrel 6th sense involving newly-filled birdfeeders?  I imagine this being one in a series of drawings documenting a knock-down-drag-out over the contents of the feeder.  I’ll put my money on the crows.

solstice celebration

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Happy winter solstice!  I had nothing going on in the idea department this week, so here is a husband-suggested drawing.  We finally got a nice layer of snow to hibernate under here in New England – just in time!  

The other day I had 37 crows in my backyard at once!  The squirrels looked on from a distance.

new drawings, familiar faces

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Welcome to the new and improved Doodle and Hoob!  The link images for my new front page took up so much time this week, I didn’t do my regular Sunday drawing.  Instead, here are larger versions of the links for you to peruse.  

I actually drew this first one a couple of weeks ago, before I drew “endgame …”  Maybe it’s the same guy – who some of you have assumed is my husband.  I guess I see the resemblance.  Whoever he is, he must be pretty secure in his masculinity to hang out with so many bears.  Any guesses on what the bear is saying?

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I apologize for the extra click to get to the blog, now.  For those of you with severe cases of impatience/carpal tunnel, you can always just bookmark this page.  This drawing was inspired by the seriously dorky cool Moleskine flickr groups.  

Don’t bother trying to read my “Latin” (you know you want to).  It’s just Lorem ipsum.

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Woodland creatures dig my stuff.  Or maybe they’re just freaking themselves out contemplating the horrors of formaldehyde.  

Check out my shop to see the new banner I made using last week’s drawing.

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I love how you’re not allowed to smile in passport pictures.  I got Doodle’s passport when he was just about a year old.  It took at least a half an hour to get the shot because he wouldn’t close his mouth!  

Now that I have a nice new link to my “about me” page, I really need to update my info and picture…  Maybe next week.

fattening up

Happy Thanksgiving, Canadians!  Happy Columbus Day (still trying to figure out what exactly this is), Americans!  Go eat an apple pie!  I know that a lot of people get all worked up about turkey, but – hello? – pie?  And what about the stuffed potatoes?  The butter tarts?  Did I mention pie?  You’ve gotta love a holiday completely centred around eating.  Oh, yeah, and the whole family, togetherness, thankfulness thing, too.

winner of the costume contest

I have the bad habit of assuming that everything from my childhood is kind of universal to all childhoods.  Since moving to the States, I’ve found myself blabbing away to completely blank stares more than I wish to admit.  Apparently, sticking maple keys on the bridge of one’s nose is not, in fact, universal (believe it or not).  And, I was surprised to find that the term “maple key” is not necessarily known (they’re also called “helicopters,” “whirligigs,” “polynoses (??),”  and, more technically, “samaras,” btw).  Huh.  While I’m at it, might I complain about Americans not really having a suitable word for “touque/toque/tuque“?  What’s that all about?

PS – I have no idea what kind of creature this is.