In my last post, I talked about our new found obsession with crayons. Oh how we love them. I, especially during these last very chilly weeks, have found myself staring at my mound of laundry as I color my cares away. =) And Caleb does such a fantastic job. He loves to color in his Bible story color book, his little notebook, oh, and the wall! Yep, that was last weeks festivities around here. I, while in the other room loading the dishwasher, noticed that he was being abnormally quiet. I returned to find the above picture. Notice that there is a variety of colors being used. This says to me that he took the time to put one down, think about it, and pick another up. Stunned and speechless, I knew there was nothing I could do at that point, which is when (and why) I took the picture. Note the pride on his face. I then explained to him that we DO NOT color on the walls- I am guessing that I didn't explain that before. He said ok, and I started scrubbing. Only to hear the slight scratching sound of crayon on paint on the other side of the room. I guess he didn't really understand. That artistic moment was met with consequence. And so have the other five that have occured this past week. I have given up, and went and picked up paint swatches. So if anyone would like to see his "exhibit", it's only on display for a limited time.

Crayons and Clues

Move over chicken pox, step aside common cold, a new sickness has seized our home... Blues Clues fever! You can recognize the symptoms very easily.. blue paw prints, puppy noises, and continual reciting of the alphabet. At least those are the symptoms that have hit us here. Due to recent (real) colds that have hit us, Caleb and I have been confined indoors. This hasn't seemed to bother him, b/c he has had the company of his crayons, his color books, and his "Clues". Each morning this week, he has toddled downstairs, where he climbs in a chair to color in his books, while I make breakfast. He has developed a new obsession with crayons, which has renewed my appreciation for them. I forgot how much I enjoyed coloring, and have had so much joy rediscovering it through his eyes. Then it is off to watch an episode of Blue (he only likes the ones with Joe--not Steve), and has taken to acting his favorite songs and scenes out in the oven door--priceless! When he is not acting these scenes out, he is carrying his crayons around by the handfuls, even sneaking them into the bed. I discovered this last night when I rolled him over to find the entirety of his LARGE crayon box, and 4 color books, scattered in his bed. He even left me a note- scribbled on his sheets. Maybe I'll just save those for when he wins the Nobel Prize. =)