Teeny Manolo

Did you know that the icanhascheezburger dude sold out? Tis true! Enjoy your unadulterated icanhas originality at ihasahotdog.com instead.

Ahhh, who doesn’t love art?

Certainly not this museum-loving gal, who has been known to just sit and stare at paintings and sculptures in complete awe.

As any mother of a preschool-aged child can tell you, your exposure to art increases tenfold once the kid learns how to hold any type of writing/coloring instrument. It starts first with adorable little squiggles, which you praise highly in order to reinforce the idea that creating art is a good thing.  And also to encourage the perfection of that grip upon the writing instrument.

So then your child gets the idea that everything they do is this fantabulous piece de resistance that needs to be displayed on the wall or the refrigerator.  Well, at least mine did.

Therein lies the quandry. Whither all that art?

I know some moms who have kept practically everything their child has created, whether it took 30 seconds or 20 minutes.

And those moms have also seriously thought about renting extra storage space to hold it all.

Would it be so bad to tell the child that the hastily scribbled “rainbow” does not even compare with the very detailed treasure map and that they are indeed not equal in execution or result?

After some heavy pondering and surreptitious dumping of artwork while the Munchkin was asleep, I decided to involve him in the process. This was for two reasons, the first being that I felt horribly guilty putting his drawings in the trash as well as the desire for my vacuum to not get crowded out of the hallway closet.

The other day we were cleaning out the car, which becomes an involuntary repository of all the school art projects, and I allowed him to pick the items he wanted me to keep and which ones were not worthy of immortality.

And wouldn’t you know, for the most part he chose the projects that were thematic and time-consuming to produce.

Now, if only I could get his permission to ditch the highly unflattering portrait he made of me for Mother’s Day last year in which he proclaimed I was 100 years old, all would be good.

From the LOLSTALKERDOLLS lolbuilding contest of Civixen

Seriously, it’s a spooky-good likeness.

And as a bonus, we’ve found the Top Seven Suri Cruise Conspiracy Theories. Remember, the Ides of March are just around the corner!

Oh yeah, I can totally see Gwen Stefani and JLo sending the assistants out to buy this stuff (then having their PRs “leak” it to the media). Once superpremium pablum hits the market, L.A.M.B. Chops are just a business plan away from being a reality.

Image stolen from Worth1000.com’s Photoshop contest If Babies Ruled. Voting (and entering) is enabled for another two days, so click early, click often. If you’re decent with the Photoshop, give it a whack yourself.

As anyone with a baby with a healthy set of vocal chords can attest to: what baby wants, baby gets. In this contest what baby wants is control of the world and adults are out of the picture ENTIRELY. In short, create a world where babies rule.

The rules of this game are thus: Create a scene as a baby would like to see it as shown in the wonderful themepost by Phantazmo. No “adult” adult things, you perv.

Hit List: Do NOT use images of actual babies or children. No kidding. Even if you have a model release - no images of children. That’s your challenge!

No cliches, please. As always, quality is a must. You’ll have 48 hours for this contest, so make your submission count.

From Masatoshi Okauchi/Rex Features in the Guardian

If you’ll recall our intrepid explorers from Saturday, I’m sure your excitement and anticipation know no bounds as we prepare to announce the winner of the caption contest:

Bellamama Says:
March 3rd, 2008 at 10:06 pm

“Well? Can you see my earring?”

Congratulations to Bellamama (and don’t worry, Liz, your day will come) on winning in a tough field. So we come to the presentation of the ceremonial imaginary swag: Earrings!

Never apologize, never explain.

So, for todays Friday Saturday Caption Contest, we present The Explorers, a mysterious and intriguing photo by Jennifer Zwick, which we stole from Neatorama.

The rules are simple: No blocking. No wimping. Captions in the comments. Pistols at dawn. Winner announced Monday, provided I have sufficiently recovered from the Northern Voice blogging conference.

By Marko Rantanen, stolen from DarkRoastedBlend

Back in the good old days, before they required each child to bring a Valentine for every other kid in the class or not at all, who can forget the agony when we found out that Johhny gave one to Clarissa and not us?  Or we got the “impersonal” one with a train, while Veronica got the hand-decorated heart from Mike?  

Well Mike, we’ve moved on!  We didn’t like your stupid heart, anyway!  We prefer pink, thank you!  We were supposed to live in a shack in Hawaii with a Corvette and seven kids, but the fact you didn’t know I liked pink better just goes to show that we never would have worked out anyway.

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