We love painting in this house. Mister W got four spill proof paint cups in his stocking this Christmas and both he and miss L really love using them. Since we were in need of SOMETHING to do in our post tonsillectomy haze but nothing too physically intense. Miss L picked out some flowers (given to us in an awesome busy box while I was pregnant with the twins by a friend. That box was AMAZING!) and the paints and we stripped mister W's shirt off and got ready to go.
I love watching all of my children, but because miss L is my first watching her is always even more amazing to me. It's fascinating to me to think that even a year ago she'd have taken the flowers and painted them all one color or painted random colors on them without a thought to what she was painting. Now she's meticulous. She wants the pots one color, the flowers another color and the stems yet another. She wants to mix colors to create purple and green (even though we have green :o). It's just pretty amazing to watch her grow and change.
Mister W, of course, is still into painting for the experience. He just likes it, so that's what he does. His flowers left some white space with splashes of color. The human brain is just so interesting, isn't it?
When we ran out of flowers we switched to paper and continued.
This is the first time I remember miss L painting pictures so purposefully. This is of a lake near our house. You can see the grass in the front with the lake behind and the sun in the sky.
...and what would a painting be without a place to display it? :o)
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