Friday, August 5, 2011

sisters painting


It all started with an innocent  request to paint.  "Yes, I can manage that," was my reply.  It was 4:30 p.m.  Dinner was nowhere near ready.  The house was trashed  happily lived in.  I thought I could keep Eleanor busy on one side of the art room so that Abby could use her new easel.  

Lofty thinking.


Oh, I am in love.

Somehow (by the Grace of God no doubt), messes were cleaned, babes were cleaned, dinner was made, housed was not cleaned, but that is nothing out of the ordinary, just in time for Daddy!

And the finger paint came completely out of their clothes with one wash.  Amazing.

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