Our Fabulous Life: Painting

We got out the paint this morning. And normally my blog entry about it would be something like this:

You know, a collage highlighting the kids having a blast and a few of the most impressive details—a too-full brush, sweet baby hands, ice cube tray full of paint (brilliant idea!).

Then I’d add a shot or three of the action and/or aftermath, just to punctuate how much fun we had and how cute the kids are.

And that would all be true. We did have a good time, mostly, and the kids surely are cute. But lest you think it’s all trips to the park and an ever-more-organized house around here, here’s what’s also true:

Neither one of the kids liked the fingerpaint. At all. Ian didn’t know what to do with it and apparently didn’t like the feel of it on his hands. Simon couldn’t stand the mess and kept asking for a napkin to clean off his hands and made several trips to the sink before finally settling in with the tempera paint and brushes (much better!). Jason has been on edge throughout the weekend because of an injured foot that has been causing him a lot of discomfort. And the paint was kinda globby.

Also, it took me a long time to get things set up.

No matter how cute the kid, drool and spit are hard to glamorize.

And since we gave both kids a bath afterward, it was temporarily House of Pain around here. They are both going through big bath-hating phases (at least I hope they’re phases).

More pics here.