Ever since I was, like, 12 months pregnant with my youngest, going to the doctor started to get really challenging. In fact, I tried everything at my disposal to try and dump at least one kid off so I could go to my OB appointments close to solo. It didn't always happen.
After my baby was born, something happened. Doctor appointments got worse. My 3.5-year-old (daughter) turned into a two-year-old, and my two-year-old (son) was the dominant influence. I attempted one appointment (for the baby) with the two of them in tow. Never again. Here's a scene from that:
Note how my hair has fly-aways. That's going to be a common theme in this blog. Also, note how my older son is mopping the floor with his body, and my daughter is clearing out the cobwebs behind the examination table with her rear end. They should've probably paid us for the housekeeping. Or not. There's some spilled juice and crackers (crumbled and not) on the floor, so . . . yeah.
This picture doesn't really show how ridiculously loud it was in the room. I'm not really sure how to depict that properly. Just imagine lots of screaming and interruptions every time the doctor tries to talk. Also, imagine me going to my happy place inside my head.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
My husband and I have three kids. They are gifts from Above. Obviously.
I love them dearly, but often times, I find myself in situations that are a touch unreal. Wait. Maybe unreal isn't the word. Let's just say that prior to having children, imagining (and preparing for) these life scenes would've been improbable. Maybe I'll find the word for it later.
I don't have a lot of spare time, but I'm going to sacrifice a tad bit of sleep and (gasp!) Facebook time to sketch and share with you the chaos (nuttiness) that is my little family. Enjoy.
Oh. We have a dog and cat, too. They'll probably be involved in several sketches as well.