Funny how in just twenty months my son learned how to utilize his imagination for crafting and creating. He understood the concept of art today. I am truly in awe of what complex creatures God has created us to be.
It was a drawing by the way. He loves to perch on our sofa at various points during the day for a vigorous bout of scrawling on paper, preferably with either a green or purple crayon. He is forever trying to draw ovals. He loves the word, he loves finding the shape in everyday life and he is in the midst of training his hand to draw ovals. Today he almost made one. He started calling out to me, "oh-val, oh-val, oh-val." I walked over and sat beside him. He pointed his finger and repeated again, "oh-val."
"Beautiful," I said.
"Boo-ke-kall," he said and then he ran his hand over the paper in a loving caress.
What a difference a few months can make for a toddler. The growing stages are flipping faster than the pages of his favorite Dr. Seuss book at story time (This week its "Fred and Ted Go Camping" while he sits on the potty). One week its running and crawling, the next its art appreciation and potty-training. Weren't you just completely dependent on me for everything a moment ago? Where is that moment? Maybe you hid it in the kitchen cupboard along with the iPod, the three of spades and the sippy cup stopper.
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