Parenting, in addition to being the most challenging thing I have ever done in my life, leaves me, from time to time, completely spellbound. I can but marvel at the way our son is discovering and engaging with the world around him. Exploring, discovering, and learning.
Aside from my state of wonder at his impeccable sense of humor, which has the power to draw me out of a dismal mood so that I can put on a silly voice to pretend that I am The Count, recently we have been watching, with great interest, as his drawing skills take a huge developmental leap.
His little travel sized drawing board has been a regular companion everywhere from the dining table to car trips and all manner of outings, since we bought it for our Noosa trip back in June.
And in the last month, we've seen his skills progress, the growing dominance of his left hand, carefully constructed grid like patterns emerging, and then experimenting with faces, creatures, and illustrating things he's heard about in stories that his grandparents have read (amusingly often houses. There have been many versions of houses for Glenda the good witch, and Silky the fairy).
Having drawing materials on hand, readily available at a moment's impulse, is helping this to happen (and something inspired by reading Soule Mamma's book). Aside from the little drawing board, we have a stash of recycled paper that I bring home from work (so he gets to see a lot of drawings of buildings), and boxes of toddler friendly textas, crayons and soft aquarelle and other coloured pencils, which live in the cupboard next to our table. Celebrating his output, we have favorite pieces his works blu-tak'd to the wall in the kitchen and bathroom, but many of them are sitting in a piled on the sideboard. I think I may need to get some picture frames.