Not sure what the whole painting-the-shovel thing was about. Before the shovel was available, she would paint her hand. Future in pottery painting perhaps?
Look, Mommy, at how creative and talented and MESSY I am. Also: adorable
And finally: the artiste at work. Much concentration required.
It’s so cold and grey and drizzly outside. These pictures make me happy. Even though she has decided that she is not much interested in sleep anymore. Last night, after nearly 2 hours of our “bedtime routine” (i.e. bath, books, bed), Dave brought a triumphant R downstairs. She looked at me, smiled broadly, raised her arms over her head as though she had just won the Tour de France and announced, “Mommy! I’m BACK!”