Harrison painted pumpkins last year for Halloween and they lasted right into Thanksgiving so I thought we would do that again. This year we invited some friends including
Alton and his Mama. Some friends weren't able to make it and other came later but that stop the fun!
You always have to start pumpkin painting with a snack of fresh pumpkin muffins - it's the rule.
Alton jumped right into the painting game; he wasn't shy about it at all- he can fling paint like nobody's business!
I may find paint in obscure places for months! Oh, and don't let the lack of smile fool you, this boy was serious about his art.
Harrison, on the other hand, found that a two-brush method helped get the job done faster.
Alton began to wear some of the paint - he's gearing up for Halloween I suppose.
Harrison thought it was a great idea and followed suit. (See that oddly placed hair on the left side of the picture - purple paint.
I knew there was a reason for keeping that fine toothed baby comb! It worked like butter!)
Did I mention we used Acrylic paint this year?
At least they're water-based...
This is my best shot even though the angle is too funky, all the upright pictures came out blurry. User error, I just don't know what I did. But how cute is this little friend?! A couple more...
Thanks for playing with us this weekend!
So did Alton's mommy get all that acrylic paint out? Find out
here.
Then go visit Tracey
here for more best shots!
I admit, I am a believer of jumping on the bed. Maybe much to the chagrin of my friends with children Harrison's age who come over to visit. I allow him to jump on his bed and on my bed. (but not on beds at other people's houses and he understands the rule. Although he tries to break that rule sometimes...)
I jumped on the bed; in fact I jumped on the bed well into my 20's. If the bed can hold up and the ceiling is high enough - I will jump. It gives me a feeling of freedom, it connects me to that inner child buried deep under all the adult responsibilities and concerns.
For Harrison, it's a rite of passage, as he transitions from infant/toddlerhood into childhood, he experiences the joys and freedom of jumping on the bed. I love the laughter and giggles as he flies up and down, dives into pillows and rolls in the mound of blankets and comforter. It's one of those moment of Pure Joy.
Pure Joy that makes childhood what it is - "an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.”
