Chalk GraffitiWednesday, August 29, 2012
When Max and I gave the kids chalk, I don't think we realized how much of a graffiti art it would become on our back porch. They LOVE playing with chalks and drawing "elephants" and "narwhals" and "horses" on the ground...and the door window...and the table...and the trike...and pretty much anywhere. Which isn't a huge deal, because it's outside and all we have to do is go out there with the hose, and it's gone in five minutes.
The chalk graffiti makes me smile. To see the mix of elephants that the kids beg Daddy to draw, and the scribbles that they create. It's priceless. And precious.
And so, we hang out on the porch. A lot. With our chalks. And our car. And our bike. And we make pictures. And get messy. And sweaty. And that's ok. It's good for us all. Even the wee babe #3, who likes to take up the majority of the room on my lap.
My sweet little boy, who is continually making me laugh. What a ham.
Little feet, covered in chalk...
...that gets traipsed into the house. There are usually chalk-feet trails all over my floors. And as much as I can be a crazy (at least, according to my dear husband!) about keeping my floors clean, these little trails make me smile, and I usually don't rush to clean them up. Truly, they are such precious reminders of our babes, and the little moments we are learning to treasure and hold dear to our hearts. It won't be long before the chalk will fade and these moments will be long gone. It's so easy to forget, and yet, the time will so easily fly right by. For now, I'll keep and hold tight to the chalk graffiti and these little chalky trails on my floor.