Painting

We don't do much coloring in my house. I just don't have the tolerance for it. I don't like picking up little crayons that get strewn about, as they inevitably will be. I don't like little kids chewing on crayons. I don't like trying to get crayon marks off of things that aren't the designated coloring sheet. So, crayons are contraband in our house. They are a strictly controlled substance. And forget painting, are you kidding me?!

But now I feel that maybe I have been too rash in my de facto art ban. Micah, my second oldest, painted in preschool and it turned out really cool. Also, he was great with the art supplies. Micah was totally focused on putting color on paper.

Micah Rabbit

Now I feel guilty for all the time he didn't get to play with crayons and the like just because his older brother is still a box dumping, crayon eating, property defacer. This is just one more in a long line of reminders that although they are related, my kids are each different people.

You do see the rabbit, right?