The girls love to color. Ever since we traded out our high chairs for boosters in August, there is a new found freedom in climbing up to the table and coloring whenever the fancy strikes. We have color-by-number books and 3 - 9 sheets torn out at any given time. They circulate between us and we each leave our mark. We swap whenever someone says, "Trade?"
The attraction to the past-time might be that they each have so many pretty things trapped in a container. (1: We love pretty things. 2: We love storage vessels.) Plus, there is no worrying about stealing/sharing, because Sister is ALL of the way across the table and quite out of reach.
I don't get my own 24-count of crayons, but must ask to borrow a color each time I need one. And, I'd better return it quickly to the lender or I get the what-for.
Glorious Colors!
Often times we will sit from dinner until bedtime just looking at our crayons and running our fingers over them, occasionally scribbling or commenting on someone's artistry.
On this evening, I decided that I just needed to have more than one crayon, so I asked Elli to please share more crayons with me. As I scribbled away, she carefully chose some for me to have, and handed them to me one-by-one...
To my surprise, she picked out one crayon from each hue for me! My simple life is full of wonder.
The Rainbow
