Um, Whose Idea Was This?

The week leading up to Mother's Day was gloriously warm and sunny (wretched, bone-chilling near-sleet for the actual day, but whatever). So we bought our cards for the grandmas and decided that instead of coloring them like usual we would bust out the finger paints that the Easter Bunny brought.

Let me back up and say that when the Easter Bunny was in Target collecting goodies for the basket, he/she took a moment and thought, 'hmmmm, maybe it's too early for finger paints. Oh look, it's washable!' Yes, EB, the paint is washable but it becomes exponentially more challenging to clean it up when it's EVERYWHERE.

Fortunately mommy had the sense to conduct this little artistic experiment outside.

I am an artiste, mother. I was born to create.


I create on paper...


on skin...


on carts, and anywhere else I can.


All clean, little Picasso