She Hits Hard

Me: "What do you want for Christmas, Boy?" 

Boy: "Cover art for my first single please."

The song just dropped last week and is called She Hits Hard, and is a boxing metaphor for love ❤️💥. It had to be super-cute chibis, he said, and gave me the rough concept of bandages and black-eyes (I used the incredible Zendaya as visual reference for she-who-hits-hard). 

She Hits Hard by Merlin Little, featuring Phileep.

Merlin Little, a.k.a. The 10 Year Old Boy, is now nearly 21 and actually just moved out - during the pandemic, I know, but what can you do? Baby bird's gotta fly. Our son is what I call a 'super creative' type, and this song is part of a collection that will be an album, made during the ongoing lockdown existence.

Please support musicians. Hit this link for a preview and download the song on iTunes, Apple Music, Spotify and SoundCloud. 

Follow @merly_curly_ on Instagram for new music dropping soon, with awesome cover art by other cool artist types.

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Back to school.

My youngest child is thirteen years old and going into Grade 8. He wasn't too stressed about today being the first day back to school. The boy asked me to walk him "halfway" there.

I decided to take the dog with us.

And he was off...

I watched him until he disappeared, half hoping he would turn to wave. He didn't.

Motherhood? It's all about letting go. You gotta keep cutting that umbilical cord, over and over and over. I'm so glad I brought the dog with me.

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Mom Super-Powers.

The ten-year-old boy is now thirteen. That means we now have three (3) teenagers in the house.

CRIKEY. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN.

A rhetorical question.  Actually it wasn't even a question (I didn't put a question mark, did I?) ...more of a "wondering aloud". Seems like only yesterday, I myself was but thirteen, and not entertaining any deep thoughts beyond pondering how to dance without making people laugh and point.

Nonetheless, here am I, on yet another Mother's Day, reflecting on my three children. The  thirteen year old boy loves comics (especially Spiderman); superheros with superpowers are a big topic of conversation around here.

This is one example:

He's always so eager at this point in the conversation. It's really cute.

Actual. Tears.

What Spidey said, dude.

When given a choice of what my super-power would be, I always answer, "The power to heal, my son" cuz check it out yo. That would be epic...you ain't got no problems if you got your health. Give folks their health, make the world better. And so on.

Well anyways, Happy Mother's Day. What would your super-power be?

PS. I've decided to be a little more personal with my blog. 

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YOU. Trevor.

Dear Trevor,

I heard about your upcoming operation from my friend The Peach. I wanted to just say hi and give you a little drawing to cheer you on. We got your back out here in the blogosphere, dude. And by the way, flowers that are drawn are almost as cool as real flowers. Plus they don't need a vase, and they last forever. They don't have a smell, but you don't have to worry about being allergic to them. Achoo!

Yours truly,

JC Little
The Animated Woman

This little boy is 12 years old, just a little older than my son. He's going in for heart surgery on November 30th and he must be very brave. Want to send Trevor a card? The awesome Being Peachy blogger will make it easy for you!

Thanks Peach, for giving me a chance to give. 

This is the third in a series called "YOU".  I draw YOU. Read the rules.

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I go to CUBA.

Let me tell you about my trip to Cuba. It started off sunny. The kid was smiling, and my hair looked fantastic.

But suddenly the skies turned dark, cloudy, cold, rainy, and windy.

We ventured down to the beach and it tried to eat us.

There were mosquitoes.

And several sudden unscheduled trips to the ladies room.

Usually I travel. But this was my first all inclusive resort type package holiday. It turned out to be weirdly isolating. The Happy Hotel Friends ignored us.

My hair did not look so fantastic. The flat iron I brought would not plug into the wall. Why on earth did I think it would?

And, shock horror, who knew that my trusty Mastercard would not work in Cuba?

It was like a black cloud was following me around...

We did have some good times though. HAH!

Did you miss me?

A nice round of applause to Why Is Daddy Crying for babysitting my blog last week while I was away in Cuba with my ten year old boy. There were several other contributors to the guest post though - some very fun drawings from wonderful people!


You can make someone else smile by sharing.

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ANATOMY - The 10 Year Old Boy.

10 Year Old Boy gear is now available in my Zazzle Shop.

You can make someone else smile by sharing.

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