so much painting, so much laughter...

i bought a bunch of washable paint....

i have been worrying about our first painting session inside the RV.... these kids get wild and it can go from painting heaven to full on chaos in seconds.


well, the paint is amazing.... it came off of

 the ceiling

and my clothes   and the walls, and the cabinets


and daddy's new coat.....


it was great.


worry free painting.




and really pretty colors- for being washable paint....




ira's upside down peace sign heart...







this was emer's first painting session where he wasn't trying to just eat the paint or rub the paint all over himself....



i NEEDED this night.



the kids NEEDED this night.



we NEEDED to get messy


and create

and cover the walls

and cabinets

 and ourselves in....



                                                                       C O L O R







our souls were fed.



then we broke out the jewels!






and the new colored pencils.....



before i went to nursing school, i always wanted to work in Art Therapy.


Specifically, I wanted to go into hospitals, cancer treatment facilities and homes of the terminally ill and facilitate the creation of art through their own hands, feet, etc.

Since having kids, i have always felt it was really important to open up the bottles and let them free flow with all the mediums and without confines and without worries of mess.




Unfortunately, this RV *is* small enough that it has caused me to hesitate when it came to painting...

i was worried about MESS.


ME!!!!!


anyone that has even been to my house in tucson would be shocked.

we used to write on the walls with chalk, pens, paint, whatever.

at any random time there were bound to be

drying papier mache dragons,


    or a half dozen half painted painted canvas
   

                   500 smashed crayons all over the floor, (or melting in the oven.....)

             



or, lets be real, children ACTIVELY painting ON the floor while i baked something.



going from OWNING a house to renting an apartment- well, it broke me a little.

i keep forgetting-



THIS IS OUR RV!!!!!!!!!!!




so, im embracing my old messy artist self.... and trying to release the last year of "don't do that. don't do this. this isn't our house!'









and in other, more hilarious news- after cleaning up the kids, emers walked passed me knitting and said "bye!"


i look up to see this:



         



he wanted to go outside- in his underwear- at 9p.m.  in 40degree weather....




we got him a little more protected and off him and his daddy went.


he is getting so big!!!!!






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