Sunday, 20 September 2009

doodle do

Baby's first "mark making" attempts are very different, the first flowing and quite pleasing to the eye, the second controlled vertical lines. First attempt at the Great British Novel was doodled in biro on Daddy's Desk. The second chapter, fortunately in pencil (not sharpie! which was also lying around) on the kitchen wall at baby height.

His first foray with the felt tip pens was also amusing, as he mistook them for make up. Doing what mummy does, he removed the lid and applied felt pen to his lips...... very fetching shade of green! Confused by my attempts to explain they were for drawing on the paper not applying to the lips, he spent the rest of the "Quiet Session" putting the lids on and off..... It did not take many such sessions to have him scrawling for all he was worth on the tablecloth, clearly a far superior canvass to the provided paper!

So having moved everything breakable out of baby reach, Daddy goes and smashes my favourite and most unusual lily vase! (I'd like to know why all my stuff gets smashed/trashed and not his?) We now have a more minimalist home. The only trouble is we spend half our lives looking for stuff!! Where are the scissors? pens? glue sticks? sharp knives? balls of twine?potato peelers?pegs? antibacterial cleaning fluid? It is like living with a potential suicide! All dangerous and sharp objects hidden from sight!
Now where did I hide my brain?

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