Several of you lately, have posted about your own little artists.
I have laughed.
I have felt sorry for you.
Then, I have laughed some more.
I laugh because I too.....understand and am being punished for laughing.
I went in one night to find Isabella in my bed, fast asleep, looking like this.
The marker was still soaking into the sheets.
Luckily, it was a Crayola washable marker.
Luckily, it was a Crayola washable marker.
When she got up in the morning and I was helping her get dressed,
I saw this......
I saw this......
And this.
Below you will greet the same face I greeted when I asked her about it.
I discussed why we do not color on anything except the papers mommy gives you.
I discussed the reasons we do not draw on our bodies.
I discussed that she is not to get into the markers again without asking.
I got this...
Not too terribly sad about it.
Her artistry has compounded as of late.
These last few days have found her coloring on my rocking chair, the hubster's book, various pieces of somewhat important papers, and the inside of my van.
Not to worry. She is at this moment sound asleep in her bed.
Without a marker.
Below you will greet the same face I greeted when I asked her about it.
I discussed why we do not color on anything except the papers mommy gives you.
I discussed the reasons we do not draw on our bodies.
I discussed that she is not to get into the markers again without asking.
I got this...
Not too terribly sad about it.
Her artistry has compounded as of late.
These last few days have found her coloring on my rocking chair, the hubster's book, various pieces of somewhat important papers, and the inside of my van.
Not to worry. She is at this moment sound asleep in her bed.
Without a marker.
8 comments:
Oh that cute Bella! I am happy you get to have all that beautiful graffiti at your house too!
Just when I think my kids are "past that stage," I'm always surprised, too! Glad you had washables!
oh at least she's adorable!
you have given me a glimpse into my certain future....
i's screwed
but, i am laughing.
At least I am not alone Ü
Oh my! She has been going crazy! We've had some moments in our house. Austin's name on the wall, Olivia taking a Sharpie to my recipe cards, Ashley coloring on the ceiling (from bunk bed)... luckily nothing completely terrible and permanent yet. She's an artist. She can't limit her creations, right?! Hope she sticks with the washable version!
Oh man. Isn't it a good thing she has that adorable smile?
She's a heart breaker!
You just can't stay mad, right?
There must be something about the smooth surface of the skin, that delicate, creamy hue that "draws" the unsuspecting marker, pen,and/or lipgloss, closer and closer until woola...a masterpiece is born. Yet to our little artistes dismay, the images will fade, with or without help of a bar of soap, and the their creative genious is left to search for yet another surface to enlighten. Yes, it's a temptation Miss Maille cannot resist either. Laughter truly is the only antidote for the age of innocence.
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