So, last Friday I finally got around to creating Valentine cards with James (nothing like planning ahead). I bought some washable paint and colored paper and figured that the kitchen floor seemed like the best place to work. With a bath towel and basin of warm water at the ready, I envisioned doing handprints and footprints, then dunking the appendage in the water....
James got really interested when I opened the paintbrushes,
so then I thought maybe he'd like to paint. Luckily I'd already stripped him down to a onesie (hindsight: should've gone down to the diaper). He sat down with brush in hand, surrounded by sheets of pink and red paper as I prepared dishes of red and white paint. Well, when I put the paint down, he continued to hold the brush with one hand and dip the other hand
into the paint.
I realized that while this was not what I had planned, it was marvelous. Probably better than my vision of controlled printing. Certainly messier. I embraced the mess and the moment and grabbed the camera!
When James tired of the fun, I caged him into the kitchen and got the bathtub ready. That little basin was not going to do the trick! The bathwater was completely pink when we
were done, and I still had to take care of the kitchen floor. Clean James was strapped into the high chair to watch me clean up. This was practically torture for the b
oy who LOVES cleaning the floor, but alas...
On Saturday, Dan made us yummy pancakes and was thrilled with his homemade card from James. We all snacked on homemade heart-shaped cookies and spent lots of time cuddling.