August 31, 2013 in Uncategorized
Hi blog. It’s been awhile.
However, that’s a different topic for a different day.
The topic of today is Tater’s birthday. And every year since I started blogging, I always do a post for my kids on their B-days.
Just look at this big man.
That’s a very handsome four year old.
I’ve been looking at these pictures all day, admiring the nice human specimen I grew inside my body. I mean, I did a good job here. I’m really quite proud of myself and my ability to grow cute humans.
I would like you to know that I went all out for these pictures. I ironed those clothes. I washed his face. I hair-sprayed his beautiful hair. Yeah….I was taking this pretty seriously.
Tater got his birthday present early this morning.
Buying Tater presents is always a little dilemma for me. He doesn’t have much interest in toys. Like, at all. He likes my iphone, my kindle, and he likes to run. He likes to run a lot. Toys are always picked up for about 2 milliseconds, dropped, and quickly forgotten forever as he continues to run to the next thing that will occupy him for 2 more milliseconds.
However, Tater does like to be creative. (Like all kids.) So last night, I made a trip to a craft supply store, and came home with a rather impressive birthday present.
A huge box filled with sketch pads, 8 different paint colors, a big variety of paint brushes, and a couple of painters palettes.
*pats self on back for a job well done*
Also, all the painting supplies were on sale.
*pats self on back again*
Sometimes artists have to contort their body into odd positions to generate their artistic flow.
The Spud has been painting too. This is the first of many dramatic portraits he has created. I like the emotion he captured in this one.
Taters work is more Picasso-like.
I have no idea what I’m saying.
Tater is still young enough that the big box covered with a towel in the fridge on his birthday is an utter mystery.
Please ignore the terrible grammar of that last sentence.
When asked earlier in the week if he wanted cake on his birthday, he very enthusiastically replied that he wanted Spongebob cake.
And since no one was around but us, we let him take a bite right out of the whole darn thing.
And that’s the end.
There’s paint everywhere.