|My daughter sketched this from a photo last year|
We're back home from our four-day baby-sitting gig. Honestly, it was lovely to have time with the Almost-Four and her baby brother. Lovely and exhausting. He's crawling everywhere now and is experimenting with ways to get vertical, so the opportunities to clonk his head or put inappropriate finds into his mouth were frighteningly abundant. And, of course, while you adapt to this when the children are your own, it's much harder to shrug off a topple that ends with a bruise when you're the visiting grandparents.
|The Ten sketched this in about ten minutes, chiding me each time I moved.|
|The Six was so attentive to detail -- She even sketched my Thomas Sabo French bulldog pendant|
Some of you might not have been reading this blog way back in 2010 when I wrote about the nude portrait I commissioned my good friend to paint as a birthday gift for my husband. If you're interested, that painting still hangs in our bedroom (behind the door, so that it's not easily seen from the living-room!) -- and you can read the post here.
But consider leaving a comment before you head off -- or come back once you've discovered how much I revealed in that post. . . I do enjoy our conversations . . .