yesterday we painted in the garden. on paper. on the trees. oh, and on the leaves. i used to be a bit frantic when we had painting sessions in the apartment, because my boys, well, they don't like to stick to the paper. that photo at the top...that's like the first 14 seconds. then they move on to the table, their hands, dropping a bit here and a lot there. on clothes and in the hair. mine included.
but now, in the garden... couldn't be better: "paint wherever you feel like, my boys. i will not worry about where you, little D, will go after rolling your entire body over the table covered in paint. Or about what you will touch next, J, after painting your hands all blue. and i will certainly not have to care one bit about where exactly you're going to paint, N, as you leave the table with your brush and some paint".
and to top the perfect-ness off: the sun and the warm weather seem to have arrived for good. so, i had no problem relaxing while making prints from the leaves the boys had painted. it was fun.