I love how each of their personality's plays out so uniquely in their crafting and in their artwork...and I love watching their little imaginations go all crazy wild when I offer them a blank piece of canvas with the only instructions being: "Mama wants some decorations for her wall, so here you have it. Go to town."
So, that's what we did last week. I have a ginormous blank wall in Ransom's room that I've been hankering to do something about. I want it to be whimsical and very kid-like and friendly...so why not "hire" my three small Hoolies to do something about said wall instead of going out and purchasing something that I probably don't even love?
Actually, it went relatively smoothly.
So much so, that we decided to bring London into the fun of the day, as well.
But first, she gave us her own version of "creating"....
I give you: "London's Bomb."
I don't think I thought of it when he was just a wee babe.
And as things often go...once the mess is out and once the creative juices are flowing...one might as well just keep on a painting. So, as of late I am having a bit of a love affair with pallets. And painting them. And hanging them in my home. And recovering from an almost hernia after said hanging expedition. Whilst helping me hang my Pallet of Glory, Kev grunted through his teeth: "This SURELY was a woman's idea!" To which I sweetly remarked about what a cheap date of a woman he has! HELLO!! Pallet?! It's free baby! Zero dollars!
You are most welcome.
Yes, this is a pallet, and it's on my entryway wall.
Quote courtesy of Pinterest.
Pallet courtesy of the Blue Seal parking lot.
Artwork courtesy of my dear friend Rachey Rach.
Verbal reprimand for speeding on the day we got this wicked idea and flew home to create it, from the nice Bangor cop. I heart him.
She's bitty and scraggly...and she's just in a lame-o Mason Jar.
But, she's going to be filled up with all of my little boys' "thankfuls" for this month of November.
A home filled with messes and with crazy.
With artwork on the walls made by little boy imaginations.
With words to live by scrawled on free pieces of junkwood.
Broken branches on a table slowly filling with a family's small thankfuls...
Creating is life...
And it is so very good.