by Wayne Watson
There are watercolour ponies
On my refrigerater door
And the shape of something
I don't really recognize
Drawn by careful little fingers
And put proudly on display
A reminder to us all
Of how time flies...
A sheep made from Xandra's handprint and cotton balls from a recent MOPS morning.
One of Theia's pictures from Sunday School. I assume they asked the kids who they were thankful for and Theia's response was, of course, daddy.
We got a book with princess stickers in it at Christmastime. The girls recently enjoyed using many of the stickers to create what you see below.
Xandra's is above and Theia's is below. The artwork is actually very telling of their personalities.
A river scene Xandra made in Sunday School with one of her very favorite people, Mrs. Tallman.
Below Theia worked with crayons.
Xandra's artwork with Christmas stickers from her stocking.
Xandra's work from MOPS.
It's been neat to see Xandra's coloring change in the last few months. Her coloring is becoming more dense and moving ever toward coloring in the lines (see the yellow coloring below) when she's patient.
In the following picture she asked me what she should color every part of this picture. She only had red, blue, green and yellow to work with if you're questioning my color choices.
Both girls' work from a MOPS lesson on the Ten Commandments.
Theia's sheep from MOPS.
More coloring from Xandra.
The girls have both received a stamping kit recently, so they've been putting their stamps to good use during naptime when Joey and Aliyah are still asleep. Here's just one of Xandra's pictures. The rest, of which there are many, are currently decorating their bedroom walls.
But, baby, what will we do
When it comes back to me an you?
They look a little less
Like little [girls] every day
Oh, the pleasure of watching
The children growing
Is mixed with a bitter cup
Of knowing the watercolour ponies
Will one day ride away
**If you've never heard this song, it's worth a listen