I have been painting with CJ for a long time. If you know me well, and you know my child well, you would think the mess of it would stress us both out. Fortunately, we both got over that. What does stress me out though is mixing paint... like putting the paint brush with red on it into the green paint. I know, I'm crazy... but at least I own up to it.
Last week, mommy had a growing experience. Scott has been asking when I am going to give CJ two colors for a long time, so I went for it with my brow furrowed. What two colors were they you ask? Why none other than good old green and gold (yellow for you non-Baylor folks).
It was good for both of us, and just like his mommy, when he put the brush with yellow into the green paint, without prodding from me he said, "no no" and shook his finger adamantly at himself. Even with blond hair and blue eyes, it's moments like this that I don't doubt for a minute whose child he is. :) Here are our masterpieces...
And if you cared enough to read this far, here's is another jewel for you. Writing about how I knew our little blond haired blue eyed monkey was mine reminded me of something that happened a few weeks ago. Scott had put CJ into time out, and when he went to get him, he patiently got down onto CJ's level and with words that he could understand was explaining to him why we don't hit. Our little guy, without missing a beat, smiled at his daddy, lifted his leg and farted. Moments like these, we also know that he is definitely his daddys!