How Baby

Powered by the pure and indomitable heart of someone who’s never learned some things are ‘hard’, Momo’s developed a smattering of hobbies the origins of which mystify both me and Kev. Gaming and drawing were a given, but… volleyball? Drumming? And… gardening, somehow, despite us living in an apartment and me having killed every plant I’ve ever touched. Every plant in our house is fake for a good reason, except Momo’s room, which is on its way to turning into a cottagecore fairytale. Each plant has its own little personality and needs, and she’s uncannily good at reading them. She dotes on her plants with a dedication I’m surprised comes from someone who generally forgets to brush her hair.

I feel it’s important to note that the only plant that died-died was because she left in my care for a week. Yes, I raised a whole marvellous human without letting her die even ONCE, but plants don’t scream.

(No, I’m not changing the How Baby art style – though it is very nice – I just wanted to noodle with different brushes for the rare non-human-focused strip. <3)

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Single panel illustration in watercolor(ish) style, titled ‘The Real Houseplants of Greater Vancouver.’ The plants are a hanging ivy (“the ivy that death forgot”), Avocado Pit of Blind Optimism, Dead Sunflower (not a metaphor), Basil of Theseus, and Highlander Aloe (“ONLY ONE!”)