So I had this fabulous artsy craft project whirling around in my head. In an effort to capture the ever changing size of my children I thought it would be fun to stamp their hands on canvas, label them with their age and then hang them on the wall. This didn't seem like an incredibly difficult idea.
Maybe that was my biggest problem...undermining the logistics of such an endeavor by the apparent simplicity of it all. It's not that it turned into a disaster or anything like that...it just didn't turn out the way I had thought it would. Rather than having two adorable representations of my girls arguably most used appendages I ended up with two blob covered canvas boards, paint all over my sink and oddly enough in the shower. Added to that was the
knowledge that has come in the weeks since this endeavor that no matter where I hide these paints they manage to unearth them and try this little adventure over again.
Still at the very least it was an interesting ten minutes. (It's a little tricky to wield a camera while trying to ensure acrylic paint doesn't end up where it shouldn't...including on said camera...) And given the shall we say enthusiasm for finding the paints again (and again...and again...) I'm guessing it sparked some sort of creative bone. (Not that those are exactly dormant in the girls...creativity might as well be our family name ;) ) It would appear that some level of the orderly side of this event was impressed upon
Emmuska as she has told me that they have painted (when I find the paint container in their room, and occasionally when I find paint on Liberty's clothes) but that 'it's okay because (she) cleaned it up.' So somehow our little project produced a completely different outcome. No complaints here as anything that can passively teach paint responsibility is a winner.
So I had this fabulous artsy craft project whirling around in my head. In an effort to capture the ever changing size of my children I thought it would be fun to stamp their hands on canvas, label them with their age and then hang them on the wall. This didn't seem like an incredibly difficult idea.
Maybe that was my biggest problem...undermining the logistics of such an endeavor by the apparent simplicity of it all. It's not that it turned into a disaster or anything like that...it just didn't turn out the way I had thought it would. Rather than having two adorable representations of my girls arguably most used appendages I ended up with two blob covered canvas boards, paint all over my sink and oddly enough in the shower. Added to that was the knowledge that has come in the weeks since this endeavor that no matter where I hide these paints they manage to unearth them and try this little adventure over again.
Still at the very least it was an interesting ten minutes. (It's a little tricky to wield a camera while trying to ensure acrylic paint doesn't end up where it shouldn't...including on said camera...) And given the shall we say enthusiasm for finding the paints again (and again...and again...) I'm guessing it sparked some sort of creative bone. (Not that those are exactly dormant in the girls...creativity might as well be our family name ;) ) It would appear that some level of the orderly side of this event was impressed upon Emmuska as she has told me that they have painted (when I find the paint container in their room, and occasionally when I find paint on Liberty's clothes) but that 'it's okay because (she) cleaned it up.' So somehow our little project produced a completely different outcome. No complaints here as anything that can passively teach paint responsibility is a winner.