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.