Budding Artists
Here’s another installment of work featuring my resident artists.
Spencer has gotten into coloring lately. He’s pretty meticulous:
He really only draws cars. I love the sirens on the top of his police cars:
Caroline went ca-ca-ca-razy writing her name on one of her school papers:
I loved this page she did. It says she likes Disneyland…but….the picture shows her grumbling, “I do not like this.” She told me that was the log ride (which, incidentally, is a Lagoon ride), but in any case, she is convinced it’s the worst ride ever.
Brooke drew this cute, underwater scene on our driveway:
I can’t exactly remember what this was. Apparently some scheme to make a quick buck:
Brooke lost a tooth and constructed a pirate ship. Deep inside the boat was a treasure chest which she put her tooth in and which the tooth fairy could then put the money in. I appreciated the skull and crossbones were replaced with a tooth, toothbrush, and toothpaste. I also loved the note attached to it, “Dear Tooth Fairy, I once saw you. You were so beautiful.” (She’s referring to this.)
We also have this Lego scene:
I was gone, so Brooke took a picture of it with Dallas’s phone. Instead of texting the photo to me, she inadvertently sent it to Dallas’s boss with the caption, “Look what I did!” Dallas’s boss responded with, “Looks nice, Dallas.” Ha! I giggle every time I imagine Dallas’s boss opening that text and wondering why Dallas felt the need to seek his validation in his Lego creation.
One day Brooke decided to design a dress:
She loved that dress. She made it right before Easter and referred to it as her Easter dress. Sure enough, when Sunday rolled around, she quickly got dressed for church…in this. Luckily we convinced her to wear a shirt under it, and she put on tights which was fortunate because the back tended to gape open if she moved just so.
Brooke wrote me the cutest note:
Brooke got a journal and wrote in it furiously for the first week or two that she had it. One day I noticed this gem. I love the unexpected plot twist at the end.
