Jack has discovered coloring.
I LOVE it!
He was playing with Ellery yesterday, and she was coloring a picture. He seemed very interested in the activity, so I put him in his high chair and let him loose.
He was very serious about it. I am used to seeing this face when Jack plays:
But his face maintained this expression almost the whole time:
Do you notice the ink on his face and hands? Don't worry, it washed right off in the bathtub.
Now that Jack is creating these masterpieces, I am faced with a difficult parenting decision. Do I become one of those moms who saves every single bit of artwork that my son makes, and then unload it on him and his future wife when they move to their first house? Or do I callously throw it away with total disregard for his creative endeavors, possibly stunting his self-expression and scarring him emotionally?
Maybe I'll just mail it to a grandma and let her make the decision.