I Seriously Considered How to Fit a Crib in a Closet . . .

Okay, fine, I admit that I tried to shrug off everyone's warnings about New York apartment hunting.  SF has its own freakshow circuit for that . . . but I was proven wrong.  It's not just the size . . .

Yes, this happened many times.

It's the damn brokers.  They're like secret Soviet Aparatchiks working away in the global heart of capitalism.

And then there's the simple time issue; work + apartment hunting + planning for the baby.

And, let's be honest, you're not always filled with unalloyed joy at the thought of parenthood.

 But eventually I found us a great place -- though it does not look like this:

Full April slide-show on the right.

The Lizard Brain of Impending Parenthood

So the idea was (not mine) to do a drawing every day from Jan. 11 until the Little Samosa gets dropped off by the Baby Industrial Complex.  In the spirit of tapping into the lizard brain of impending parenthood, I don't edit these or censor myself or erase.  So they're pretty rough.  Below are a couple more from January.  A link to the full January gallery is on the left.  February to follow.  Click to expand, as always.

I will delve deeply into this beautiful conversation soon.