was wet and rainy.
It was one of those rare days where we didn’t have anything planned except to keep the washing machine cycling…and due to that, we couldn’t exactly leave the house.
I sifted through my overstuffed supply cabinet, looking for an activity to suit a 15-going-on-16th month old.
Then it dawned on me, why not do as any good teacher and start with the basics?
I pulled out my trusty Crayolas (no RoseArts in this house!), some art paper, and a roll of masking tape.
MG sat in her high chair and I hastily selected a color: orange it was. I demonstrated for her quickly, knowing she’s really into cause-and-effect these days; sure enough she too wanted to try to make that tangerine line snake across the paper.
And then quickly reminded me:
that I’m potentially raising a Southpaw (just like her Granny & Aunt M). We’ll give it another 6 months before we officially put it on the passport though.
Together we created a little terra cotta, tangerine and teal masterpiece to hang on the fridge:
By then the rain had cleared a bit and we found ourselves outside.
She was fascinated by the newly sprung dandelions (Daddy wanted me to be sure to let you know that they did NOT come from our yard)
And splashing through the shallow puddles with bare feet.
There’s nothing like that unexpected giggle of delight to make you see the world differently. I have forgotten what it is like to splash through puddles (actually, I usually try to avoid them) and to pick weeds (usually I try to avoid those too). But those chubby little fingers and toes are experiencing them for the first time. And that is something to never be avoided, as much as it can be helped.
All in all, our rainy, wet Friday mostly consisted of weed picking, puddle jumping, worm avoiding (can’t quite bring myself up for that experience yet), dog watching, feet washing, giggle inducing, finger pointing, flower sniffing, and hand holding. With a little bit of art on the side.
On this rainy, wet Friday, we used crayons to create art and the LORD used the rain to create this:
We are thankful for the little ways that God often reminds us that art and nature are so closely tied.