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I don't have much time anymore for real art. I can't remember the last time I actually painted a picture that wasn't rushed or scribbled on by tiny hands. But this past weekend my little pirate and I got to make some beautiful pumpkins with our Merriweather and even though we had a few issues (they are both two), it was the most fun I have had in a while. We still have to finish her other two pumpkins (they are actually spaghetti squash that grew wild in Nana's backyard but we won't tell her that) and I found some grapevine this morning I twisted into the shape of a flower bloom while we were playing at the creek.
It is good to at least be able to create something. She helps me find special shaped rocks and sticks (that look like driftwood coming up out of the creek bed) and we come home and make little things from them. So even though I have a demanding (the definition of a two year old) child on my hands, we can still live the creative life. We only have to be determined that we can find common ground. You don't touch Mommy's art supplies and I won't move your special rocks...
Above left is a picture of her in her pirate hat. When we tied it on her head, she said, "I need a pirate ship."
You and me both hon. Maybe it's time to go to Lowe's (since her cardboard house is long gone) and fashion ourselves a get-away vessel?