Conversations with Jake
Jul. 6th, 2011 07:06 pmYesterday, while I was putting Erik down for his afternoon nap, Jake went into my craft supplies and took out some red acrylic paint. He then painted his bike - including the tires - and rode it around the loop our living room, dining room and kitchen makes.
I'm not too concerned about the living room carpet because it's god awful and we'll be putting in hardwoods as soon as we can anyway. The kitchen is linoleum and the dining room hardwood so it came up fairly easily in those. What I was upset about was the splotches he got on the chair I upholstered. I got it off as best I could, but with my carpet cleaner being borrowed by my SIL I can't really get it out until she's done.
So anyway, today I had a ton of errands to run. I'd already promised him a toy since besides a few accidents in the car we're potty trained (YAY!). I decided to get him some paint, brushes and glitter glue instead. All washable. Gods bless Crayola for their washable stuff.
I set him up at the dining room table with his 10 little bottles of paint, brushes and glitter glue. I bought him a pad of paper for markers and paint, and covered the table with newspaper. Then I spent the next hour putting up the groceries/looking after Erik while he had a great time. At one point he called me in there to help open some paint. That's when I realized he'd given up on the brushes and was just dumping the paint out by the bottle full onto his paper.
"Look what a mess you've made!" I said and laughed.
He gave me this totally serious look and said, "no mommy. I'm an artist."
Indeed.
I'm not too concerned about the living room carpet because it's god awful and we'll be putting in hardwoods as soon as we can anyway. The kitchen is linoleum and the dining room hardwood so it came up fairly easily in those. What I was upset about was the splotches he got on the chair I upholstered. I got it off as best I could, but with my carpet cleaner being borrowed by my SIL I can't really get it out until she's done.
So anyway, today I had a ton of errands to run. I'd already promised him a toy since besides a few accidents in the car we're potty trained (YAY!). I decided to get him some paint, brushes and glitter glue instead. All washable. Gods bless Crayola for their washable stuff.
I set him up at the dining room table with his 10 little bottles of paint, brushes and glitter glue. I bought him a pad of paper for markers and paint, and covered the table with newspaper. Then I spent the next hour putting up the groceries/looking after Erik while he had a great time. At one point he called me in there to help open some paint. That's when I realized he'd given up on the brushes and was just dumping the paint out by the bottle full onto his paper.
"Look what a mess you've made!" I said and laughed.
He gave me this totally serious look and said, "no mommy. I'm an artist."
Indeed.