Last Saturday, Frankie had approximately seventy play dates. The second of them was with Sofie, her new friend for life. Surprisingly, they wanted nothing to do with a DVD and we were charged with keeping them from invading Suzi's personal space or falling off the backyard ledge into the ravine. Painting is one of Frankie's favorite activities of all time and my least favorite activity of all time. So, trying to suppress my anal retentiveness regarding painting, and, it being too early to crack a brew, I decided we could paint in the kitchen. We have enough counter space and running water to keep things clean. Also, I decided we'd paint on a paper plate canvas - in a meager attempt to contain the paint. Hah.
They painted their hearts out for about a half hour. An amazing span of attention for both of the budding artists. I was impressed. They used glitter glue, colored paints, beads, black-eyed peas and puffy balls of cotton as their medium (in addition to most of their body parts). And, each had plenty of art to bring home to a proud Mom.
The one depicted is, selfishly, mine ... because it was the best. It's almost Friday. Have a good weekend.
Not private yet => Frankie on YouTube; I think she was about 1.75 years old.
3 comments:
When I was younger, around 4 or 5, my friend's mom got plastic place mats in a variety of colors, puffy paint, sequins, glitter, feathers, etc. and my friends and I painted and created the ugliest place mats known to man. It kept us busy for an hour or so and we had a keepsake from the party.
We also did the same thing with baseball caps.
I miss painting.
Rarely do I get the opportunity to get down with a tube of gold puffy paint and some buttons.
I love that you have blue hair!
I just love having hair at all.
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