A while back, I created an art wall to easily hang my kids’ artwork up when they bring it home. You have to showcase their creativity right? Well, apparently, this space wasn’t enough.
Let kids be kids, right? But, my home is turning into a bonafide art gallery in every room. Wouldn’t want to stunt their creativity right? Like, on my bedroom wall, with a piece of scotch tape, we have a more abstract piece that just showed up one day:
And around the same time, this little beauty popped up in my kitchen. The one-armed, one-legged monster:
Then there is the more Picasso-ish piece that has been sitting on my kitchen counter for at least a week created in church:
And, last but DEFINITELY not least, was the three dimensional piece I found behind a door in my son’s bedroom. I had no idea that when he asked to borrow one of my hair elastics that this was what he would do with it:
At least he had the foresight to use pencil.
I think I have a future artist in the making. But, I really think you have to draw the line (no pun intended) somewhere. Like, the kitchen table, for instance. Yes, my sweet precious almost two year old. THAT is where I draw the line. Or where you did.
Or what about the tops of the trash cans? Nice work sweetie!
And, on top of my night stand.
I swear, I should be charging admission for anyone who enters my house! I could hang a sign out front: “Come and enjoy the artwork! On every surface imaginable.”
Haha! I love the hair tie! Very inspired. 😉
That’s awesome 😉 I actually really like the one in your bedroom! It looks like an Asian chef who is really happy about what he made for you 😉
Nice interpretation!!
Magic eraser , baby!
So funny. Especially love the Hairband Happy Face!
Yep. It’s pretty awesome. 🙂
Put our kids together and they’d be able to curate an entire art exhibition! And yeah, the rubber band smiley face is beyond epic. Way to work with multimedia.
Ha! I know. He’s pretty creative. 🙂
Ah, this reminds me of the time we were dogsitting my mother’s dog. It was only for a day, so all we really had to do was feed him and let him out — we could have easily simply made two trips over there since my mom lives so close. But the dog goes through separation anxiety and there’s just something about being away from home that’s comforting, so we decided to spend several hours. Draven was 2 at the time, I believe. Adam was in the living room watching TV, and I was in the guest room on the computer. Draven would bounce between us, and we figured we had it covered. Little did we know each of the adults were getting increasingly tired. Did I mention my mom’s couch and guest bed are about the most comfortable things on the planet? Yeah.. without either of us realizing, we both fell asleep in separate areas of the house. Draven found some white-out. By the time I woke up, everything was painted. The door that had just been redone after Hurricane Sandy. An important document I had brought with me for school. An antique end-table my parents had inherited from my grandparents, who had inherited from god-knows-who, etc. The antique dining room table to match. The stereo speakers. A very nice comforter. The dog. My foot. My parents haven’t asked me to dog-sit since.
Oh my gosh. That’s hilariously awful!