well, sort of. while sorting through old photos, i found these. that's me, a few months after my youngest was born, sketching out ideas for paintings. i remember feeling so tired, yet feeling this hunger to paint the images in my head. so i would snatch at moments here and there, most often when Cordelia was asleep in the moby wrap.
but i think she definitely looked cuter with the headphones than i did. :)
and look at her now! so big that she can do most of the puzzle without my help. this was taken yesterday. :) i wish i can say that my art and my writing have grown as much as she has, and perhaps in the distant future when i look back on my work, i can say that it has, but the growth of a child is much more evident than the growth of one's work. perhaps the mental growth of a child would be a better way to compare the development of one's work - most of the time, you can't see how your child is growing mentally and then one day, they surprise you by saying something so mature.