My son three year old son Xavier loves to draw, especially on walls. So to keep him on the paper we have turned a creative exercise into a game. He draws on the page, (at this point it's scribbling but wait till he gets older) and mommy finds pictures in his drawings. The above and below are inspired by some of Xavier's latest sketches.
This weeks Illustration Friday*com theme is fortune. I used to make a ton of crystal ball sketches like this when I was a teenager.Back then though the subjects inside the ball were usually lost in some forsaken forest. Chalk it up to teenage moodiness.
There once was a green frog named Joe.
Whose hair he just could not grow.
The situation did nothing but vex him,
Each time he saw his reflection
And soft breezes would blow.
Now, along comes a toad named Ned.
Quite ashamed of his shiny bald head.
He had tried every rub,
Every sprinkle and scrub-
Said to make one’s mane grow.
Well Joe saw Ned, and Ned saw Joe.
Then both of them said “Oh”.
They were quick to discover
From seeing each other
They both suffer the same woe.
So they set up a shop in Reeseda.
with a seamstress named Rita.
Now they sell hats and wigs
take custom made gigs.
And business hasn’t been too slow.
About to snap and throw a conniption fit. Done in pencil.I was going to use the mermaids below for this weeks IF, but yesterday , after the third phone call I made was heading nowhere , I started to scratch out this one. Coincidentally, this is an accurate picture of me before I gave up coffee. I hate Mondays.
The school nurse called me today. My daughter was in her office with a possible ear infection and a temperature of “ one hundred and four”. (Reads 104, right?) Motherly panic sets in as I start to envision my daughter’s ear drum about to burst at any second.
What the nurse should of said was one hundred POINT four. (100 point, decimal, period, dot 4) Now a fever is a fever, and when your child is ill you want to seek out prompt medical attention. Accuracy is key however.
That point, as apposed to and, makes the difference of calling the pediatrician to see if she can squeeze the” ‘lil’ pixie” in , or, making yourself look like a hypochondriac parent at the ER.
I wouldn’t complain if this was the first time the school nurse has made this little error in wording. Two month ago she had called to report that my son had a raging fever of one hundred –and- five. (100.5, thank you, thank you very much.)
You know ,I gave up coffee because of these kinds of rises in my anxiety level. Which was very difficult considering I live in New England and you can pretty much depend on a Dunkin' Donuts being within a one mile radius in any given direction. Here all roads lead to a Dunkin' Donuts. ( I miss Fred)
To add insult to being brow beaten by the triage nurse, my daughter’s temperature upon arrival at the ER was a whopping 98.6, and she has an ear wax problem.
Thank you.
