Friday, February 22, 2008


Remember the reading dragons with the alphabet, well here is it's companion picture. Numbers. Now my kids will be sure to be able to count to the number 16 as well as say their ABC's.

It has yet to be determined whether the man is taking, or giving the money to the short guys. What do you think? And as far as the short guys go, would they be considered dwarfs, elves, or children with big noses?

Oops, I'm not done! I didn't paint the feather in the guys hand.

Does the guy at the end remind you of my father at a ward Christmas party? Maybe, for a brief second.

Giving credit where credit is due: When I was trying to draw those short guys I had a difficult time. I couldn't get their stances and proportions right. So I turned to my Very First Dictionary a Magic Word of Words published by Macmillan publishing in 1983. These are the pictures I used a references, in fact they were partially traced, but altered much. Can you tell which one goes to which little guy?

Am I an evil plaigarizing fool, or can I get away with this because the picture is for my own personal use?

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

I love Alice because she hates hearts. I can't say I'm too fond of them either, but this one was a very pretty surprise.

I have had a few butternut squashes hanging around on my kitchen counter, from my dad's garden last summer. I see them almost every day around 5 when the kids are howling that they want dinner and my husband will be home from work in a few minutes, and I have nothing planned. By that time it is too late to cook winter squash because I need something fast to quell the ensuing mutiny.

Last Saturday the kitchen was newly cleaned, so I figured I should mess it up. I decided to cook up some butternut soup. I thought perhaps the squash would be getting old and dry by now on it's way to becoming a gourd. But as I split the first one open I was pleasantly greeted with an absolutely delicious smell. It smelled like a very sweet cantaloupe, and it's deep and bright orange color was like medicine for the winter dreary neurons in my head.

The heart shape was a bit ironic and made me laugh. Just a few days before my son had come to me and declared that he wanted to cancel Valentines day, and since I'm a scrooge at all holidays I heartily agreed. So we made signs that said, "Valentine's Day Canceled!" (my sons idea.) And then he said he was going out to yell it at the cars. I told him I didn't want him yelling at cars, so he agreed that he would just talk to them. After a few minutes of standing on the corner out in the cold he came in disapointed that no cars had come by. Later that day he got a package in the mail from his grandma with Valentine's presents, so he decided that it wouldn't be canceled after all.