I love searching through my old drawings. I should have done it before. But there have been some nasty surprises too, such as discovering a sketchbook which my younger son had ripped apart. My younger son and my youngest critic it seems.
In one sketchbook I found these small drawings of my wife and our energetic cat. If you look closely (by clicking on the image) you will notice that there is also a bump in this picture. That's my younger son again.
This page was damaged, and the drawings themselves were so off-hand that I had done them over the top of heavily corrected plans for some building work. Fortunately, Photoshop can clean all that up. Shame it can't change nappies too.