Last night while I was making dinner Brooks kept saying "oooh, look Mommy, look. Cir-co. Cull-o. Look, oooooo" I ignored him for awhile because I didn't think he was talking about anything specific (he likes to talk about shapes now and name off colours) but I finally stopped to see what he was talking about. "(gasp) Brooks!" "It's nice, it's nice" he tells me. Sometime during the day he managed to draw on the stove with a black and then a red crayon. Apparently they were colours and circles according to his little narrative.
A huge difference between Kenna and Brooks is the mischief they get into...she has maybe only once or twice tried to draw on something that wasn't paper. If he manages to get his hands on a pen or crayon, he makes a beeline for the couch and starts scribbling away! (Gonzo works great to ink-or anything- of out a microfiber couch). He is constantly trying to colour on the table, the couch, the dresser in his room, and now add the oven to his list of art canvases. He's a wild little boy!
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