Scribble.

The boys get over-done sometimes. Today my sister and my nephew came to visit (we haven't seen them in AGES) with my mom. The boys were so happy and played and talked and performed (oh yes, song and dance!) for the longest time. So when everyone left, the boys were done. Over done. When they are running in circles shrieking at each other I like to go to a corner and start on something quiet. Reading a book. Setting up a puzzle. Or drawing on the chalk board. Inevitably, within a minute or two, both boys will be with me, participating quietly, focused. All the tension released, both relaxed.


Tonight I went and quietly started drawing. A and G both came over immediately and started drawing with me. I did outlines and major shapes and shading, and they scribbled inside the forms to fill in color with me, and rubbed chalk on its side to create shading. It was fun to see them watching my hands and then trying to create shading with the use of line and color. When we were done, A ran a soaked dripping sponge over the whole piece, watching the color run off and disappear. Happy again!