Last week, we indulged our yen for a little creativity by busting out the finger paints. In the past, the only places we've dared attempt to paint was either in the backyard or the tub. Well, it's 30 degrees outside, so I'm not too keen on stripping my little man down on a blanket in the backyard just now. And since he's learned to stand up and jump in the tub, it just spells "trip to the ER" to even think of putting him in there with a bunch of globs of slippery slidey finger paints.
So, we sat at the dining room table. In a rare moment of common sense and foresight, I thought to tape the giant piece of paper to the table, thus ensuring I didn't spend my afternoon mopping blue, red, yellow and green blotches up off the floor. Go, mama!
Behold, the masterpiece...
tentative fingers...
Go get me my beret, woman. And draw a moustache on me. I'm getting my artiste on!
Dame cinco...
Note to self: finger paints for painting. Not so much for eating.
Nooooow I get it...
Ah! Yellow and blue make GREEN!
Air-kisses for mama...
Aaaaand, we're done...
3 comments:
Cute! So smart to strip him down to his diaper!
I so wish you had put a mustache on him...
And that painting? Definitely goes into the savings box! and may I please have his eyelashes?
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