In order to nurture Elizabeth's budding artist and to keep her busy while Marc and I try to do things like cook supper, we bought Elizabeth markers and let her sit in her highchair and color. (Yes, I bought washable markers.) She loves to color with the markers. She loves to draw on paper, the table, her high chair and her favorite, herself.
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Look what these fools have given me! |
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Orange is my color |
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Not on my face or hands? |
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Artist at work |
It might be a while before we get a Rembrandt, but she sure has fun. And, Marc and I can talk to each other and make dinner. Marty is just disappointed that she is at the table and not dropping food.