Today Asher finally played with the big easel I got him for his birthday. Why is it we end up doing all the work and they decide they are bored and skip off after 10 minutes of play while it took 20 minutes to get it all set up? That is what goes on here on a regular basis. I try to get up in my studio to do a little creative play myself and of course I've got a tag a long who wants to paint too. By the time I've got him all set up, paints open, brushes a plenty and lots of paper including water I finally get to my stuff only to have him say "I'm done". Oy. At five years old, he still can't be trusted to go play alone in the house so that means I'm done too. Oy again. I know I'll be wishing for these days back someday but right now it's hard to look past the work and aggravation. I suppose I won't remember the hard part, just the fun stuff.
|I took this picture after I got done wiping up the red paint from the floor, cabinets and refrigerator from Asher dropping the bottle. Paint flew everywhere.|
|As it turns out chalk is a lot easier to clean up.|
But in other news, Grandma has been moved to a new nursing home and they have her doing therapy, which is whoopin' her butt. I went to see her Thursday to do her hair and she was sleeping so hard I couldn't wake her up. She looked pretty bad, wore out and much older than before. I fear it may not be long. But she has come back and surprised us before. I'll to keep a good outlook until I can't anymore.
Look at these lazy things here. Thought I'd leave you with a smile.
Have a great weekend!