Got the Gustav blahs
Well, Gustav is hitting Memphis. “Hitting” being a negotiable word. I feel for the people that got evacuated from their homes and had to go through that whole pain. He’s manifested himself in gray skies and a steady rain all day.
Here’s a sketch I did a few weeks ago of my little boy Claude. I tried to make it resemble an Italian masters sketch from a book I had …
September 3rd, 2008 at 8:24 pm
going to the chapel/
and I’m, gonna get maaaa rriiieeed
September 3rd, 2008 at 8:26 pm
Carl- you captured him. It’s beautiful in a way that only a daddy could capture…
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:18 pm
CeCe. Good luck with that.
Blakely, Thanks. I think he does look a little serious and grown-up in my drawing compared to real life. I have a hard time capturing that fat, little kid-ness that is so sickeningly cute. But I’m fairly pleased with this one. Posting this drawing definitely helped me deal with the Gustav blahs though.
September 4th, 2008 at 2:01 pm
No one would ever know from this picture that he tears through grocery stores, runs off down the street, paints on his big belly, knocks over clean folded laundry, dumps out the tiny lego pieces, unrolls the toilet paper, climbs in the flower beds, jumps off the furniture, and somehow during all that kisses on his momma.
September 4th, 2008 at 9:12 pm
Mr. Fox,
When Claude and I are married, we will be leaving and cleaving. So, that means you can kiss my fannie!