So you have this obsession with pouring. It's brilliantly manipulative of you actually, you start by asking for water. I can't say no to my kid asking me for water, right? I hand you some water, and it's not good enough. Why you ask? It's not actually water you want. You want to concoct what I can only describe as toddler scientific experiments. Today's involved yogurt (Keifer actually) and water poured back and forth between two sippy cups with their lids taken off. I know I need to curb this behavior but my lord are you serious about it all. There's just no easy way to get you to understand that I don't want it to be happening. I'm considering making a "safe place" for you to concoct...one in which you know it's ok to make a mess or whatever. You'd think that the "kitchen" would be the perfect place. I'm not sure why that doesn't seem good enough for you. It's almost like you're not yet two and don't understand what kitchens really are or something... ;)
I had a bunch of clients today, so you and Yanira watched some Happy Feet and then played with balloons. Did I know when I picked her for us that she was able to make balloon animals? No, I did not. How much did we luck out Mister?! Clearly you two were not wanting for me.
When I got home, you and I went for a "ride" around the neighborhood, and then made dinner...after which we painted. I used to not want anything but pictures of places we've been on canvas hanging as art in our living room, but your paintings have made their way up there. Well, yours and Brennan's paintings. I have to remember to take a picture of them once they're up. I actually legitimately love them, not just because you're my kid.
You might have gotten a little bit of paint on you too... All part of being an artist I suppose...
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