How Baby

Here’s a thought: how about, when we disagree with someone on the internet, we stop short of wishing death on their loved ones.

Doing How Baby is always rewarding, especially when people send me messages! But sometimes it’s really strange and sad… like when people send me messages. I started making comics as a way to help me process my own feelings about motherhood and identity, and along the way it became something more, and I love it – but sometimes people get it in their heads that I’m some parenting guru, and need to be… taken down a peg, I guess?

Like, I’m still trying to get over myself tonight because Momo got up like eight times to ask for a hug and I had to tell her to go back to bed because apparently consistency is more important than even hugs. If you want me to feel like dirt, buddy, don’t worry. I’ve got it covered.