I loooooove doing crafts and being creative.
Growing up, I drew ALL the time. If I ran out of paper, I would draw on the walls.
Thinking back, I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t drawing, painting or stitching. I took fine art as an extra subject over and above the rest in high school and nearly every one I met said I should pursue a creative career. I went on to study software engineering. Go figure.
When I fell pregnant though, I knew I was going to be that mom. The “crafty” mom. My only hope was that my son would be as into “crafts” as I am. I think he might be.
When Seth was six months old, he happily scribbled on his dad’s Father’s Day card. I was honestly just impressed that he could hold a marker pen. He’s also been feeding himself with a spoon since then, (not bragging) so I’ve been wondering for a while whether he’d like to hold a paint brush and make some “art”.
I ordered some Crayola Washable Kids Paint from Amazon (10 colours for £8) and decided to give it a go.
I placed Seth, dressed in a long sleeve bib, in his highchair and taped the edges of an A4 page to the highchair’s tray so that he couldn’t scrunch it up. He wasn’t too keen on using his hands to paint and this mostly ended with him licking the paint off of his fingers. Gross. Luckily it’s non-toxic but it still didn’t make me feel comfortable.
I then dipped a paint brush into some paint and handed it to him. He loved this. He’d swipe it across the page and then spend the net few minutes trying to pick up the line that he just painted. He was so amazed and perplexed at the same time. It was really awesome to watch.
Clean up was really easy. I just rinsed everything with water and it came right off. I waited too long to put his bib in the washing machine so the paint had time to set and didn’t come out so clean. I’m sure Vanish would take care of it but I’m not phased. This can be his paint bib from now on.
The Crayola paint dried down completely matte in no time. I ironed the page to get make it nice and flat before placing it in a block frame which now hangs in his room.
I’m glad that I framed his painting. It’s such a special memory of a fun day and every time I look at it, it makes me smile. I’m chuffed.