The next day, Husband, Ethan and I trekked to our local IKEA & purchased a 2nd set of chairs for our kid table. And because Ethan's existing table had been used more for random "what color crayon is this?" experimentation than really any other activity, I headed to Lowe's and picked up a couple sample-sized cans of paint to cover over the scribbles. Aside from the no-seating-issue, asking friends' kids to eat off of a table that looks like a place where Crayolas go to die is kind of, erm, uncool. And I want to be a good entertainer, you know? Or at least better than "we are NEVER going back there again."
Today, in the sun and the gorgeous warm weather, Ethan and I cracked open the paint cans, gave them a stir and set to work. He is surprisingly handy with a paintbrush. If we had been painting our backyard.
The before, which I clearly almost forgot to document. And this blue? I want to paint a room this color, move into it, and never leave.
Ethan attempting to open the can of yellow paint for the chairs. Fortunately after snapping this photo, Husband took the can away from him and opened it for him, lest we end up with a yellow painted Ethan.
Clearly this picture and the next show that one need not actually look at what one is painting while one is painting it...