We finally broke out the easel out of the box last week. It was a Christmas present from Sissy (even though it was my idea), but we just haven’t taken it out since my mom’s house is starting to look like a Gymboree.
Ever since he was smaller, we’ve never shied away from paint – finger paint, water color, we’ve even painted with ketchup!
We have to be careful nowadays, though, to put up the art stuff when we’re done. Ethan recently got a hold of Sissy’s collection of markers and thought it would be “artistic” to draw circles on the door. So I think lesson #1 for us is to teach him that the only place we’re allowed to paint now is on the easel!
He loves it though. And by he, I mean we. He can paint on one side, where we learn our colors and which combinations of color make a different kind of color. I wish either side would’ve been magnetic, but it’s still good to have around nonetheless. And there’s a chalkboard on the other side, where lately we’ve been trying to focus on his letters and numbers. He recognizes A-C, it seems like, and the numbers 1 and 2. Though he can differentiate pretty well between a letter and number. He also recognizes his name, Mom (calls it “mommy”) and the word Dad (calls it “daddy”). He incredibly knows all of his shapes, and now he’s starting to do some imaginative drawings – for example, he would draw a house, and the mountains and a plane flying in the sky – and even though now it only looks like a big blob of rainbow, I’m proud that he tries.
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