Coloring!!

I was so excited when I remembered that I had a whole bag of crayons in my drawer. Easton is getting to the age where he will actually use them, so I thought I would get them out and let him explore his creative side! Who knows? maybe I have a budding artist on my hands and I've been stifling him by making him go play at Dad's muffler shop or playing out in the sandbox. Maybe he's been dreaming of the day when he can at last express the creativity that's been bursting inside him.

So...

I got him the bag of crayons.

And put him up in the highchair with the paper taped to his tray.

Looks excited doesn't he? (maybe this should have been my first clue)


I came back to get the artwork so I could hang it up. I would probably date it on the back and save it since he would want his very first piece of art in the future. Who knows? maybe it would be worth a lot of money!

um....yah. It's hard to save scraps of torn up paper. Perhaps the yawn says it all? I think maybe I'll put the crayons away for Reagan and send Easton back to the hammer he carries with him at all times.


(but I haven't given up total hope! maybe the artist inside was already sleeping!) :)