Several friends of mine are going through the painful process of separation. It is very sad and my heart goes out to them…and their kids.

He’s getting closer and closer to crawling…!

When it’s time for a nap he sags as if he no longer has the strength to hold his gigantic cheeks aloft.

This is the stem of one of those purple cauliflowers, which happen to be delicious. I parboiled it in salted water and then tossed it with a little lemon olive oil and lemon juice. Although it lost a bit of it’s bright purple-ness in the parboiling, when i sprinkled on the lemon juice, parts of it turned an almost florescent magenta. Wild. Made me wonder…if I put lemon juice in the water, will the whole thing turn that color? I’ll have to buy another one and try it.

I was making some fumbling and uninspired sketches of Milo this morning when he grabbed my pencil and made his very first drawing. His contribution is on the far right:

I know he looks kind of maniacal here…but when he gets to chomping, he does so with ferocity and determination. I have no recollection of it, but if Milo’s drooling, chomping and night wakings are any indication then teething is a bitch.

Milo is 6 months old today! I am astounded that the three of us have made it this far. It’s a beautiful bright winter morning. I’m having a yummy espresso, Julie is sleeping, and Milo is playing with his jingly block courtesy of grandpa Frank. I have enough work to pay the bills for a couple months. Oh, and Obama is our president. Things are pretty good.

It’s never to early to start embarrassing your child.

Here is my garbage from the past weekend, swaddled in another patriotic plastic bag (made proudly in the USA!, sez the bag). Thanks to James Pertusi for the title!

It’s been a rough week…I’m wussing out on the everyday posting. Been busy taking care of the little boy while Julie busts her ass to finish work for the Chicago art fair. Also working on a comic strip with my friend Steven, I hope to post some of those here soon. Here is a drawing of  this morning’s contribution to America’s landfill:

There’s something wonderful about American flags printed on plastic bags. It wraps whatever’s inside in the warm glow of patriotism. In this case it’s mostly packaging from boneless chicken thighs, some bacon grease,  and an old can of dried up gesso.  Actually, what it really makes me think of is a great Randy Newman song.