This weekend we are painting Immy and Maddy’s room followed by AJ and Mal’s. The girls have decided on a dollhouse pink, with purple and green spots and silver swirls! It sounds magical and very pre teen. David does all the block painting and I get to do all the artistic stuff.
Speaking of artists, this morning as we were doing our chores no one noticed that a couple of toddlers were very quiet. Too quiet.
Anyone who has small kids, or kids in general, really, will know it’s not when they are noisy that you have to worry. When there is no noise - that is when parents should be afraid…very afraid.
We pottered around, went outside (by that stage Ivy and Noah were out with us too) hung out clothes,played a bit…you know the normal run of the mill Saturday. it wasn’t until we came back inside to give them their morning nap that I discovered they had drawn all over their walls with purple crayon! Not only that but they had been creative in the hallway, the kitchen (specifically on the island bench), the fridge and on the glass sliding door!
This is not the first time I have noted their…artistic side. I caught Ivy decorating my dining area walls with red pencil and there are some scratchings down the hall, towards the bathroom. I suspect today’s sketches were done by the red pencil bandit too and probably the hallway drawings.
Noah is more a…tattooist, if you will, having aquired a green texta from somewhere and decorating Ivy’s arm and then his own with a purple (what is it with purple?) texta. He proudly showed me his wrist, telling me that he now owned his own "tic - toc" (clock).
After the first discovery I begged the children to pick up and put away all pens, pencils, textas and crayons. I did a sweep of all rooms and thought they had done just that but obviously, this morning, in our cleaning and moving around of the big twins’ room one lone purple crayon was dislodged and discovered by the wall artists. I don’t know if Noah actually did any of the drawing but I do know that he was there and he was probably egging Miss Ivy on. I can just imagine him grinning and clapping his hands at the naughtiness.
A bit like his father, really. Not a do - er but definately the one to plant the seed of mischief.
Most of it came off with a bit of vigorous scrubbing and the rest? David says it’s a good thing we’re painting!
