Sorry I missed last week! I had a cold and stayed at my parents', which meant I didn't have access to the artwork (such as it is) or a scanner that would hook up to my laptop. So this is a week late, but I hope the cuteness makes up for it.
Gotta love little red wagons. I think every family should have one. I always wished I could go on the sort of rides Calvin and Hobbs went on, but there wasn't a national park in my backyard. Oh well.
Let's be fair, first of all. Dad could sleep through an air raid siren, a little thunder and a screaming baby aren't going to even register. Besides, Mom is the one with the nurturing instincts. Dad's job is to chase bats out of the bedroom.
Yeah. Peter's bigger than the others were at that age. It makes a difference.
Sorry for the lack of updates lately. It might continue to be erratic until finals are over. I had hoped to get some of this dealt with over the Thanksgiving Break, but I ended up getting homework done instead. And not enough homework, at that. ~.~ Sigh.
There is one thing even more certain to trigger embarrassment in an older sister than having to watch her little brother in all his naked glory taking a bath. That is realizing that said little bother is about to expose that naked glory to the rest of the world.
It doesn't really help to point out that it's just a story. Even with that knowledge firmly in place a good story will still affect Mary as if it were real. And she's easily affected by sad things. Rather annoying, actually. (To her as well as everyone around her.)
Note, next Monday the new chapter starts. Back to the old familiar layout.
Peter is one year old! Man, a year goes by so fast. Good heavens, how long has Mary Quite Contrary been running? Mary was ten when I started and now she's 14! She's got a little brother now, she's been home schooled for nearly 3 years, and her littlest sister has started kindergarten.
What else will happen from now on? I sure hope I can keep this up for another 4 years. And longer!
I should correct that. If the baby food is green I'm not to thrilled about it. But other than that I like baby food. I've also read the ingredients labels. Babies eat way better than older kids.
One last word: Sorry for the missing week of updates. Spring Break, hanging with my family, all that good stuff. I should be back on track now.
He really did this. No, really. Fell right no his little diapered butt from the sudden shift in his center of gravity, but he did pull the gate out of the door.
I'm Brigid, not my birth-name, but the one I chose for Confirmation. It's a Catholic thing. Want to learn more about how I grew up? Check out my semi-autobiographical webcomic, Mary Quite Contrary.
The closest I've come to earning a living as a writer is one summer I worked as a feature columnist for a small-town newspaper. I've been telling and writing stories my whole life, though, and, hey, it's something I enjoy. Whether I manage to make a buck at it isn't that important to me.