Two new anxieties

I have been a little lazy lately, and today feel cursed with the sleeping disease. Anyway, what I was going for in my first drawing I didn't really capture. We have a wood stove that we keep going almost constantly in the winter. It is usually pretty hot . When we have kids over, they love to run around the first floor of our house in sort of a racetrack that passes by the wood stove. I often worry that someone will trip over something and will fall, hands first, into the wood stove. Then I will have to use a spatula to get their hands off the hot surface of the stove. Yikes!
This one comes from my personal experience cross country skiing today. Thankfully we all made it back to the lodge safely.

Creepy. . .

I have always had a bad feeling about this one, and now that I've finished the recent New Yorker article. . . .

Don't run into the street

How many times were you told this as a child?

Happy Birthday Charlie

For my brother:

Fifteen on the Sled!

Last week, I did a program at Charlotte Library. We started by reading Ten on the Sled aloud. It was wonderful to have my huge teachers edition. The pictures were big enough for everyone to see. I explained how the the project went from words and sketches to a finished book. By the time we were done with that, everyone was ready to move around a bit. I brought with me a very long toboggan that I had made and some undecorated sledders for the kids to color and decorate. Each child did a fabulous job coloring their sledder and giving them their own personality. The sled and all fifteen sledders (plus the Caribou in front), was hung on the front of the circulation desk. Take a look at the finished product:






Thank you to the Charlotte Library and the kids at the program for a fun afternoon!

planning a New York Trip

This has me thinking about my most current worry: BEDBUGS. Yuck.

Pan Handles

I think I will be about 90 years old before I stop turning pan handles inward on the stove.

Sledding Anxiety

Ice Skating

Need I say any more?

Icicles

Anxiety a day

I am not sure if this happened when I became a mother, or if I have always been this way, but I worry constantly about completely irrational things. Things that may happen to me, our children, or really anyone. What better source of inspiration than these fanciful imaginings of my worried mind? Here are a couple of doodles: