She loves to color. I gave Hannah her first sketch pad recently. “Thank you for my pad. I love it!!”
When she comes out of quiet time, and Joseph is still napping, she’ll pull up a chair next to me in the office and start another creation.
I pulled out the old art school Prismacolor pencils for her to color with. She was beside herself with excitement. Of course I gave her the “these-are-really-nice-and-expensive-colored-pencils-so-please-don’t-destroy-them” talk.
She colors every day, going back and forth between crayons, markers and colored pencils. Excited to show me something new to put on the refrigerator. We are now less into coloring books and more into freehand drawing. Lots of stick figures and lots of “marry girls”.
She came home from church with this a few Sundays ago:
None of these people are me. I believe she said it was her friend, Katie, her daddy (the one with the spiked black hair, obviously) and herself. I’m not really sure if she was doing the “Who makes you happy?” exercise or just drawing a picture. If so, I’m glad she makes herself happy. That’s a healthy place to be. When I asked about it later, she clarified that I make her happy, too.
She colors for family, for friends, and just for no reason at all except to color.
Her first family portrait:
Some of my favorites from her 3- and 4-year-old years:
Her coloring skills have come a long way…
Occasionally Hannah does still bring home colorful pictures. For example, this windmill last week: