Growing up, I had that Mom. You know the one. The Mom who was always The Class Mom, The Brownie Troop Leader Mom and the Mom who always had some ridiculously fun activity hiding just up her sleeve. There was never a lack of easel paper in our house. There was always newspaper and painters tape just within reach to cover up the kitchen table and an endless supply of finger paints, play-doh and every crayon color imaginable, all easily accessible to bored little hands.
I want to be that Mom. And over the weekend, with Hurricane Irene practically knocking on our back door, I figured it wasn't too early to start trying.
So, I went out for a spell and returned with two giant rolls of easel paper and chubby toddler crayons. I raided the garage for some sort of floor cover and returned with one of those giant leaf bags. I quickly sliced that baby open using a straight-edge and began taping it down to the floor in the living room, followed by a sheet of easel paper.
At this point, I couldn't say for sure who was more excited at the prospect of coloring.
Let's just say that Carter thoroughly enjoyed himself for about .56 seconds. Or rather, that is approximately how long he colored appropriately with the crayons. He never once tried to eat them but found great joy in throwing them all over the living room. Granted, they did make a pretty great boiinnnnnng sound as they hit the floor- but for the love. So much for coloring..
Don't be fooled- he's not gathering his crayons together so to aid in the coloring process.. He's gathering them together as to make it easier to throw him all over the place.
Here he is, sitting in protest.
Although our foray into coloring only lasted a few minutes, I have to say it felt pretty darn good to get those creative wheels a' turning. And to stir up all of those childhood memories that involved a little bit of newspaper, some painter's tape and a whole lot of love.
You'd better believe I'm framing that fine piece of artwork
and keeping forever and ever and then some.
Happy Tuesday, Loyals!