This Is What Motherhood Looks Like
February 23, 2013 15 Comments
Art Is Spontaneous
My son used an entire tube of Desitin diaper cream for artistic impression.
I remember asking him to “please get the diaper cream from the changing table” in the nursery.
I plunked down on the living room floor to change baby girl diaper when I realized she needed a dab.
(Why wasn’t I in the nursery using that changing table, you ask? No clue)
Boy took a very, very, very long time.
The back bedroom was silent.
Not good.
That isn’t good at all.
Wrapped a blanket around baby girl and carried her off to investigate. Must have gasped or inhaled sharply because my reaction scared baby girl who wet all over us.
My older sister loaned that beautiful dresser suite to me for the nursery. It was an antique from her husband’s side of the family.
Desitin is zinc oxide based.
Water makes it worse.
Everything makes it worse.
Had no idea how to safely clean the wood without damaging it. Before I returned the dresser I told my sister what happened. Used a gentle wood treatment over and over so it was almost back to original status when I returned it.
I haven’t borrowed anything from her since. Too much responsibility. Too much guilt.
Art cannot be contained to mere paper or canvas. When an artistic wave inspires…the artist must seize whatever means tangible and release before the moment passes Right? My walls and furniture were testament to this truth.
(This wouldn’t get a free pass now as they’re older)
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You all are a creative force to be reckoned with~!
Gee whiz that’s a big compliment, thanks!
You fixed … you admited it … but to loan things is a heavy responsibility. Kids are kids … we adults has to live it and accept it – so there will be some causalities along the way.
Casualty indeed…thankfully my sister is loving and awesome!
You know I love abstract paintings. Here we see an artist in the making. And we knew him already when he was a child
In that age I once found out how to make white stripes on my green bed. That was a wooden bed that had been painted green. I used adhesive tape. I put one stripe on my bed and removed it. The green paint stuck to the paint and the result was a white stripe. A great discovery.T made many white stripes. Then I ran to my mother, enthusiastic about my discovery: “Look, mama, I found out how to make white stripes on my bed”. To my astonishment, she did not really like it.
You understand! Bet your stripe art was fabulous.
It is the fate of great artists that their contemporaries do not understand them. Only posterity will understand
Hear! Hear!
Oh, hahaha, VERY artistic!
What a great way to look at your kiddo’s mistakes….as art work.
Oh wow – a new version of finger painting..!
I decided at about 18 months that my mom’s suede jacket was not colorful enough. I took some crayons and amended that for her. I do not remember it but I hear she has a picture of that. My daughter liked to make toilet paper art in the bathroom. Normally we would have put it out of reach but her brother was toilet training and he needed it available.
The number one rule of parenting: Silence is golden unless they are not asleep or under 18 months. Then ‘Silent but Deadly’ takes on a whole new meaning.
Oh, man. Your mom was just trying to have something nice -ha!
Hell, yes. Silence is very bad…
I’m reading your posts backwards, so I go from a rant to a laugh out loud moment. It must have been awesome for him to “paint” like that.
So goes motherhood…