Homemade Bathtub Paints

There were so many different things I could have used for a title of this post. "The Worst Idea I've Ever Had," "My Budding Artist," "A Bottle of Mustard Explodes," "Evan is Looking a Little Jaundiced." But, I opted for the straightforward approach.

A few weeks ago I decided to whip up some homemade bathtub paints for Evan's amusement. It was really easy--just use some baby wash, stir in cornstarch until it is your desired consistency and then add some food coloring.

Evan enjoyed every minute of it and painted almost every square inch of the tub. Bryan got home from work right at the peak of the painting and looked in at the yellow mess and proclaimed it may have been the worst idea I'd ever had. At that point, I was beginning to think he was right. Then Evan smiled and all was forgiven.


The tub wiped up easily and Evan was only yellow for a day or two. Kidding. It washed right off. I would do it again, although, I haven't, so I'm not quite sure what that means. Give it a try! Let me know if you do and how it worked for you. I want to let someone else experiment with some reds and blues before I try it out!

A Trip to the Farm

Since we live in the city and all, we decided to take Evan on a nice little drive out to a farm a while ago. As Evan was looking at the animals it hit me just how different his childhood will be from mine. I was no stranger to farm animals and in fact was scared to death of the chickens on my grandpa's ranch. I can still picture all the chickens crowding into the back of the chicken coop when my mom would go in and gather eggs--shudder. Evan didn't seem to share my fear. 

I know it is a little wrong that whenever I see sheep all I can think about is having leg of lamb for dinner. 

They should be worried. Very worried. At this point I was also thinking of the rice pilaf I would fix to go along with the lamb. Evan just thought they were soft. 

My two boys. The cutest guys in the whole world. 

If you live in Virginia and haven't been to Frying Pan Farm, you should check it out! 

Daddy Visits Evan's School

On Evan's last official day of preschool, the parents were invited to attend a party, sing songs and have snacks with the kids. Evan LOVED having his daddy there. He absolutely loved it. He sat in Bryan's lap the whole time. 

He showed him around the classroom. 

And he even shared his juice box. 

Since then Evan and Bryan had talked several times about the day that daddy went to Evan's school with him. I think they have both forgotten I was there, too! It must be because I was behind the camera. Yeah--that's it. I'm sure. 

Potty Training Woes

We've been working on potty training Evan. I will be the first to admit I don't know all that much about how boys do it, but I do know that it seems pretty simple. They stand up (or sometimes Evan sits on his potty) and they pee. Logically, the next step (at least to me) would be to wipe, right? So the other day, Bryan and I are standing in the bathroom cheering Evan on as he stands on a step stool and pees into the toilet. When he finishes, I pull off some toilet paper and lean in towards Evan. As I'm reaching across Evan, Bryan says, "What are you doing?"

"He needs to wipe," I reply innocently enough.
"He's a boy. He doesn't wipe."
"Well, I know, but he should at least dab it off."
"Boys don't 'dab it off.' DO NOT teach him to dab it off."
"His underwear will get pee on them."
"Seriously. Don't teach him that."

I continue on my path bound and determined to clean up that drip of pee I can see . Meanwhile, Evan is just sort of looking at us both and waiting for his sticker. Bryan's tone picked up a notch and he asked, again, that I not "dab it off." So, I relented, since it seemed to matter so much to him. Although, I still think it is wrong. What do you think, dab or no dab?

Bubbles Bubbles Everywhere

I don't quite understand the allure of bubbles, but I do know, they make my little guy very, very happy.




He cracks himself up.

Time to Shave

Yesterday Evan and I were sitting on the living room floor putting together puzzles when he reached over and ran his hand across my shin. He looked up at me and said, "Ooooooo....scratchy!" I guess it is time to shave!

My Posts...or a Lack Thereof

I haven't been doing much posting lately and I'll tell you why. I'm depressed. There. I confessed. I had a birthday a few weeks ago and it is really bringing me down. Yes, I know, age is only a number and I shouldn't worry about it. Yada, yada, yada. I will eventually get over it, but it seems like just yesterday I turned 21. Sigh. I guess it isn't so much the getting older that bothers me as much as thinking about where all the time has gone. What did I ACTUALLY DO with all those years? Then, I start thinking about all that time I've wasted and how I really should have been working towards winning a Pulitzer instead of watching all that Law & Order and that leads to me getting frustrated at myself for wasting time now worrying about how I wasted time then. It also makes me wonder why TNT has quit showing as much Law & Order as they used to (bless you whoever made that decision, although I miss Lenny Briscoe something awful). It is a viscous cycle that keeps me up well past my already too-late bedtime. Unfortunately, Bryan didn't know how upset I have been over my birthday and came home and cracked a joke about how old I'm getting. THAT went over well. So, I suppose it is time to get over the birthday angst, pick myself up, brush myself off and get on with it. I think I'll also pick up some new moisturizer.