I'm Supposed to Have a Schedule?
Do you know why I don't post on a regular schedule? Maybe you've never noticed. Maybe you don't care. Maybe you aren't reading my blog and this will never find you. Regardless, there is a reason. there are several actually, but today we will focus on my favorite...my grandson.
There he is. Little angel. I have the pleasure of this precious baby's company a few time a week while mommy goes to work or school. Doesn't he look peaceful and harmless? They always do when they sleep, like a polar bear.Or a volcano.
God was brilliant when he made toddlers adorable. It's why they stay alive. Nothing can do quite as much damage, and the creativity behind their work is mind boggling. When a toddler ruins something, it isn't normally something as lack-luster as a broken window or dish. It's raw eggs crushed into the floor. An entire tube of toothpaste emptied into a designer shoe, or some alien red solution one cannot even identify flung artfully across your curtains.
This creativity can often be observed in the form of self expression.
Who needs pants?
(He knows he's busted. That's why he's hiding in the closet.)
Child creativity can also be shown in helping others express themselves. (Could this animal look more stressed out?)
My grandson ranks right up there with the greatest defacers of our time. These clips are paltry examples. Not nearly what he is capable of and surely not evidence of his best work. Unfortunately his greatest creations have never been documented. Such colossal achievement will usually leave his mother so awe-struck, notions of capturing them on film are regularly trampled beneath irrepressible exclamations of astonishment. Examples of such greatness include the time he upgraded the glass surface of the big screen T.V. with shatter pattern striations, or used brightly colored permanent markers to turn pale sheets into a vibrant symphony of Spring.
I decided that unless I wanted my home and belongings remodeled weekly, I would have to keep him in my sights at all times while baby sitting. Therefore, on the days he visits, my writing sits patiently on my table, untouched.
Now, please don't misunderstand. I adore this child and love caring for him. When we moved away I missed out on so much and it devastated me. I am grateful to have him close again. I simply help him keep his creative genius in check...you know, so he doesn't waste it on me, depriving his mother the joy of watching him flourish at home.
There he is. Little angel. I have the pleasure of this precious baby's company a few time a week while mommy goes to work or school. Doesn't he look peaceful and harmless? They always do when they sleep, like a polar bear.Or a volcano.
God was brilliant when he made toddlers adorable. It's why they stay alive. Nothing can do quite as much damage, and the creativity behind their work is mind boggling. When a toddler ruins something, it isn't normally something as lack-luster as a broken window or dish. It's raw eggs crushed into the floor. An entire tube of toothpaste emptied into a designer shoe, or some alien red solution one cannot even identify flung artfully across your curtains.
This creativity can often be observed in the form of self expression.
Who needs pants?
(He knows he's busted. That's why he's hiding in the closet.)
Child creativity can also be shown in helping others express themselves. (Could this animal look more stressed out?)
My grandson ranks right up there with the greatest defacers of our time. These clips are paltry examples. Not nearly what he is capable of and surely not evidence of his best work. Unfortunately his greatest creations have never been documented. Such colossal achievement will usually leave his mother so awe-struck, notions of capturing them on film are regularly trampled beneath irrepressible exclamations of astonishment. Examples of such greatness include the time he upgraded the glass surface of the big screen T.V. with shatter pattern striations, or used brightly colored permanent markers to turn pale sheets into a vibrant symphony of Spring.
I decided that unless I wanted my home and belongings remodeled weekly, I would have to keep him in my sights at all times while baby sitting. Therefore, on the days he visits, my writing sits patiently on my table, untouched.
Now, please don't misunderstand. I adore this child and love caring for him. When we moved away I missed out on so much and it devastated me. I am grateful to have him close again. I simply help him keep his creative genius in check...you know, so he doesn't waste it on me, depriving his mother the joy of watching him flourish at home.
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