Spring means cold snaps, and they always seem to occur on the weekend when my kids start complaining about nothing to do. Even the littlest; I’m guessing that’s what the spinning in circles at length means.
But it’s almost Easter, and for some reason scribbles look amazing if a six year old does them. Although I’m held to a much higher standard, I don’t begrudge them. I commission them!
My oldest enjoys arts and crafts, but I made the mistake of telling him that artists are paid for their work, so it costs me a dollar each time he creates a piece. Great at cardmaking, he also digs Pearler beads and will take requests. These are Easter-themed Pokemon with bunny ears. Definitely original.
And that's a Pokeball, not a pill. Pokemon are a natural high.
The littlest, unhampered by materialism, is in a paintbrush-smacking phase that’s created some neat-looking picture frames. Next year he will be ready for one of the paper eggs from Michael’s. Right now, it’s tough enough to keep the paint on the table.
We’re traveling for birthdays today, and it’s tough to make the gifts on my list with the recipients all right there. So I’m taking my woodburning tool to work on a giveaway for SmArt out of beads that I found there during my last visit.