Parenthood

Yes, kid. Whatever you want, just don’t wake me up until 7am.

Both my daughters are at the age where they’re generally pretty good at sleeping until their clocks tell them it’s okay to wake up. That being said, the second the ‘sun wakes up’ on their clock, you better believe they’re expecting everyone else to be awake and ready to go. On more than one occasion, Diana and I were sleeping pleasantly and were jarred awake by the door flinging open and a preschooler yelling “sun’s awake!” And slamming the door. She’s not even a morning person.

Dr Jones, Dr Jones, wake up now!

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Coffee-dog is a GREAT alarm clock!  She stands right beside my head, shakes like crazy which causes her collar tags to jingle together louder then a bell, and then she licks my ears until I wake up.  She even licks my hair!  Which is GREAT, because it forces me to have a shower, even though I wasn’t going to have one until a little later.  AND, because i’m a caffeine addict, all of the jingling goes a LONG ways to giving me a headache first thing in the morning, which is awesome.  Anyways.

Have a great thursday!

never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

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I think it’s safe to say that coffee-dog is 99% recovered from her invasive ovary-scooping procedure.
By the way, the “ask not for whom the bell tolls” quote is from a poem written by John Donne, and it is amazing, and you can read it here.  It’s also where the “no man is an island” quote comes from… It’s got some good stuff to say.
When I was awoken by my beloved coffee-dog this morning, this comic (and the title of this comic) was the first thing that popped into my mind.  I haven’t made a “charlie waking up” comic in a long while, so i figured, why not…  and I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the quote that popped into my head for the title means a lot more then I originally thought.  It’s a beautiful thing, reading some poetry first thing in the morning!

In other news, as I was drawing this, I kept hitting “3” instead of “E”, so that my brush wasn’t turned into an eraser, but just a really weak-sauce opacity.  Photoshop woes!