Tag Archives: toddler

Infinite Mess

Yeah, like I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, kids are messy. But that’s a give, and the strip isn’t really about that. The strip is about parental reactions to the mess. There are so many levels. You can give in and sacrifice your home to their toys and clutter. You can be a tyrant and force them to be as minimal as you are in your belongings. You can shove all their crap into a basement toy zone. But either way, you have to deal with it, and that requires some sort of decision or strategy, whether conscious or not.

Oh and in unrelated news, Birdy is back (at least temporarily).

Bright and Shiny

How do these kids wake up so quickly? Like I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, they’re like robots. There’s an on mode and an off mode, and that’s pretty much it. Me, waking up is a slow process. I ease into it. Him—nope. Eyes closed, eyes open. LET’S. DO. THIS.

And man, I gotta tell you, it is hard playing with trains from 6:30 am – 8:00 am on a Monday. I love the kiddo and every minute is precious but sometimes I wouldn’t mind if he’d wake up a little later, pour me a cup of coffee and ask me to help him with the Times crossword.

Just Playin

Yup. This week’s Dustinland comic. It happened. The action was less magical than the quote though. And together, wow. You gotta love it. I mean, I don’t enjoy being slapped in the face and I try to discourage it but sometimes you laugh too hard to get mad.

What If I Acted Like My Toddler Does

The title of this week’s Dustinland comic was sort of tricky to write from a copy point of view. But that’s okay, I think you get the point. It’s just me running around acting like a petulant three-year-old. Fun times.

I’d write more here but it’s 7:37 am.

Until next time then, farewell. I love you all dearly.

Generation Wi-Fi: Kids and Tech

What I cover in this week’s Dustinland comic is a really complicated issue. Kids and technology. The debate has been going on for decades now, and it only gets more and more intense as technology becomes an increasingly pervasive part of our lives. It’s really tricky as a parent, but ultimately I would imagine there’s only so long you can fight it. My child is still pretty small, but I know people with older kids, and I see how it is. Hey, social media is even part of school these days. And people are making six figures playing video games professionally.

Where this all leads me is that in a broader sense, we’re really becoming cyborgs—and is that such a bad thing? But that’s a topic for a whole different comic…

Babies Are Drunk, Toddlers Are High

I’ve had the idea that babies are drunk for quite some time. It’s pretty obvious. They waddle around clutching a bottle, they babble, drool, fall over. They’re wasted. But the stoner thing featured in this week’s Dustinland comic was a recent thought. I could honestly do a whole blog just dedicated to viewing toddlers are stoners. All their weird tastes, the things they say, the scenarios they imagine, their explanations for things, the questions they ask—it’s like hanging out with a bunch of college hippie bongo players. And hey, that’s pretty awesome because hippies are funny. Sure, you don’t want to count on one to not lose their boot at a Waffle House in the middle of Tennessee, causing you to drive around from exit to exit in the middle of the night on the way back from Bonnaroo (true story) but you wouldn’t want to count on a baby to drive you home either.

Kids Are Awesome

I know I complain about parenthood a lot, but mostly because it’s funnier to whine than it is to say how awesome your life is. Don’t get me wrong—kids really are a huge pain in the ass. But mostly they’re pretty great. As in the example featured in this week’s Dustinland comic. These are the weird little moments that happen all the time—and this really did happen, exactly as I depicted it. I have no idea where “boobs” came from. It had nothing to do with what we were watching. We weren’t talking about boobs recently. It just popped out of his mouth from nowhere. And that… is hilarious.

High five kiddo.