Coloring—Or Not So Much


For my birthday Ella and Anna got me markers and paint! Last week, on a rainy afternoon, Mom finally opened the package. And she got out paper! (I love paper.) She wrote my name and drew a flower. I, on the other hand, held the marker and then …


… threw the paper and then …


… took out all the plastic bags out of their box while Mom cleaned up marker hand prints from the kitchen floor. She says maybe this activity will go better in a month or two.

ps: Mom hopes this is the last box of plastic sandwich bags we’ll own because she found two awesome cloth bags—called snack sleeves—here. (You can see them on the floor. I pulled them out, too.)

“It is very necessary to have markers of beauty left in a world seemingly bent on making the most evil ugliness.” —Thornton Wilder