It's been an up and down day, but both of my kids did such sweet things that in the end I'd have to say it was pretty darn good.
Lizbeth was drawing today. Earlier she had found her own paper and markers, and just started coloring while we were doing other things. Suddenly I tuned into what she was saying: "And here's mommy's eyes, I draw them right here, and here's her nose..." I looked over, and out of the blue, she had drawn a recognizable face. At least recognizable inasmuch as there was circle for the head, two dots for eyes, and another couple dots that might have been a nose and mouth. I couldn't believe that out of no where she had grasped the concept of drawing likenesses. She went on to draw daddy, Matthew and Lizzy. I know this probably doesn't sound like much, but to an artist, this was as important a mile stone as starting to crawl or talk.
Matthew loves music. Since he was an infant, he will immediately calm down when his daddy strums the guitar. Singing, well that's okay, but if you use an instrument, he's way happier. Lately, I've been making an attempt at re-learning some piano. Sometimes I'll let him sit on my lap at our keyboard, but mostly he just wants to pound or will attempt to crawl off my lap up on to it so he can reach the buttons at the top. Tonight, it was just him and me in the house, so I decided to practice a little. I tried playing with him on the floor next to me, but he wasn't satisfied. So I set him on my lap and practiced with one hand at a time. I noticed he was way quieter than usual. He was mesmerized in watching me play the individual keys. Every once in a while he would reach up and press a key or two, but none of the pounding he usually does. He just wanted to watch and he really seemed to be listening. He became quieter and quieter, and then just fell asleep in my arms as I played. So sweet.
Lizbeth was drawing today. Earlier she had found her own paper and markers, and just started coloring while we were doing other things. Suddenly I tuned into what she was saying: "And here's mommy's eyes, I draw them right here, and here's her nose..." I looked over, and out of the blue, she had drawn a recognizable face. At least recognizable inasmuch as there was circle for the head, two dots for eyes, and another couple dots that might have been a nose and mouth. I couldn't believe that out of no where she had grasped the concept of drawing likenesses. She went on to draw daddy, Matthew and Lizzy. I know this probably doesn't sound like much, but to an artist, this was as important a mile stone as starting to crawl or talk.
Matthew loves music. Since he was an infant, he will immediately calm down when his daddy strums the guitar. Singing, well that's okay, but if you use an instrument, he's way happier. Lately, I've been making an attempt at re-learning some piano. Sometimes I'll let him sit on my lap at our keyboard, but mostly he just wants to pound or will attempt to crawl off my lap up on to it so he can reach the buttons at the top. Tonight, it was just him and me in the house, so I decided to practice a little. I tried playing with him on the floor next to me, but he wasn't satisfied. So I set him on my lap and practiced with one hand at a time. I noticed he was way quieter than usual. He was mesmerized in watching me play the individual keys. Every once in a while he would reach up and press a key or two, but none of the pounding he usually does. He just wanted to watch and he really seemed to be listening. He became quieter and quieter, and then just fell asleep in my arms as I played. So sweet.
