Painting

A few weeks ago I had the idea to grab some of Emily’s rocks for her to paint.  She picked a few out and got settled at the table.  I had to leave to help Nathan and when I came back, she had dumped out a lot of paint from the bottle and took to covering her arms.  I managed to keep my mouth shut and just let her go to town.

When we did laundry a few days later, I heard a clunking noise in the dryer during lunch. Upon some investigation I found one of the rocks we had painted, now completely clean and ready for a fresh coat.  After I got the kids tucked in bed for naps I heard more clunking in the dryer and, sure enough, another one of our painted rock was the culprit for the noise. I’m usually pretty good about pulling rocks out, but I need to remember to check the pants that were taken off during unsuccessful underwear only sessions.

We have since begun painting one or two times a week, and every time it ends with this girl painted finger tips to at least her elbow and some smatterings on her face.