it’s really fun to draw all over yourself.
This was the scene not once but twice on Sunday.
It first happened while I was on a run and Chris was hanging out. She asked him for some pens and paper, he obliged and then went back to doing the breakfast dishes while she was in the living room. When I came in the door from my run there she was – all lovely and blue hands, legs, feet.
He scooped her up and put her in the bath and scrubbed and scrubbed.
The second time it was the purple pen.
Fast forward a few hours. She and Simon were hanging out in the living room. I had gone upstairs with Chris to check on our phone line (which is having some issues) and when I came back down there she was again with writing all over her legs and her hands.
I scooped her up and put her in the bath and scrubbed and scrubbed.
And you know what my main thought was through this whole thing (besides a bit of annoyance at the scrubbing)? I was thinking how cool it is that her drawing is moving into a different phase. Some of the marks she’s making on paper (and in this case on herself) are looking more like letter forms.
Not that we’re in a hurry for all that…simply an observation on what is around here right now.