Art class

Rosey and Pat brought the children over this afternoon, and William and I went out to my art studio to paint. (Jimmy snidely commented that he was glad to see it get some use after such a long hiatus.) We pulled out some old poster paint and paper, and were engrossed in our efforts when we were joined by twenty-one month old Jake, who wielded a brush with great enthusiasm.

By the time we got through, all three of us were covered in paint, and Pat had to put the boys in the laundry tub and scrub them down before they could be loaded into the car. Our clothes were ruined, but we had a ball. I took some darling photos of my little budding artists, but for some reason cannot get them uploaded to my computer.