Lynn's Comments: I remember sitting like this and listening to my parents eating breakfast. It drove me crazy. My dad had full dentures and the sounds he made were different from my mom’s. The worst was the coffee "intake and swallow." I try not to make those sounds myself, but I'm not out there listening so I'm sure I do!
Lynn's Comments: My mom used to hang the laundry on two lines in our backyard. Once, we were guilty of getting the sheets dirty by playing badminton. Another time was when my brother put the neighbour’s small dog into the hanging fold of a sheet and let him fumble his way out. It never occurred to us that we were ruining an expensive piece of fabric and wasting hours of hard work. We were kids. We just didn't think at all!
Lynn's Comments: This is my daughter Katie speaking. Word for word…and I thought it was great. Over and over, kids can get the better of you–but cuteness and comedy save their bacon.
Lynn's Comments: This didn't happen, but if Kate had thought of it, it would have. And, as a kid, I would have too.
Lynn's Comments: I've decided that there is no such thing as an honest weight. It’s I who has to be honest!
Lynn's Comments: This was an actual conversation. At the time, I was frustrated by the lack of "baby stuff" to write about. I was aging the kids in the strip and they had started to become real people with real questions, and were understanding serious replies. By regressing here, I could talk about Elly as a young mother and show readers (and myself) what the Pattersons’ lives were like when the kids were still small.
Lynn's Comments: Bulging the thought balloons out of the margins made the "memory" strips work somehow. It’s funny how the comic art shorthand works; how lines, balloons, and the size of the lettering can convey so much information.
Lynn's Comments: In reality, my husband went home.
Lynn's Comments: Nobody tells you about this side of childbirth. Sitting down becomes a challenge…as do other things too personal to describe!
Lynn's Comments: Ruth Carrie Johnston, my mother-in-law, was a lifesaver. She was my co-parent; someone I could count on every day and at all hours. My in-laws’ house was a 5-minute walk from our house, and I thanked my lucky stars for their love, warmth, kindness and generosity.
Lynn's Comments: There were a lot of frogs in our old neighbourhood. You knew it was spring when you could hear them in the wetlands near our house. Our dog never went looking for them with this kind of enthusiasm…he was too smart. The kids, however, did.
Lynn's Comments: Breastfeeding was, and always will be, a delicate, personal subject. I wanted to breastfeed my kids until they were at least 6 months old. I succeeded for the most part, but now and then when I was exhausted and unable to give them enough, the occasional bottle of formula helped us along. What I had to overcome was the guilt I was made to feel by experts, articles and other moms who never needed to supplement. Once I allowed myself to make safe and healthy choices that worked for us, without feeling guilty, I was able to breastfeed more successfully. It’s amazing how guilt and criticism can affect the way our body works.
Lynn's Comments: This works!
Lynn's Comments: This has been wonderful for me too: watching my children play with my grandchildren. This is one of the many rewards in getting older.
Lynn's Comments: I had a great time drawing this cartoon. Can you "feel" Elizabeth bouncing in the jumper? If you can…I did my job!