Painting by footprints

So last weekend, instead of cleaning the house, gardening or doing anything that we ought to have done, we painted.

I begin by noting that the amazingly large paper is courtesy of work, and a never-ending-demand for posters. I also note that Mum is still staying with us, and as an ex-pre-school teacher of many years "doing something interesting with a three year old" takes on a whole new world of meaning.

Enough context. We got up, we wandered around the house finding the paints -- we used squeezie-marker pen type ones, that were supposed to be not too hard for small people to use. I believe Flavia has photographic recall of every object we've ever bought, and where it currently resides. She managed to find and unearth the paints based on no more than my statement "We got some squeezie paints for Lilly a year or so ago, you know, the ones you can hold. Do you know where they went?" With my GPS-like description of the materials in question, and less than one minute, we had the paints. And so with two A0 posters stuck together, we filled the lounge room.

In the end, it was much more fun to finger paint than it was to use the paints as markers. Yes, that's me in the trackies and ugg boots. Lilly is performing her first ice-skating based masterpiece. At this point in time we have (I think) finished breakfast. Flavia has very generously not shown any identifying features of anyone except the artist in the photo.

This weekend we might add some more paint, and put the work-in-progress up on one of our walls.

And the flame grows...
Today Mum started blogging. This takes us from Flavia, Its just a way to put pictures up to me, and now Mum, who is very excited. I am looking forward to the news, and hoping that once we all separate back to normal households in a month or so, we will keep the blogging active.