Fine Motor Skills

The letter H. It all seems innocent enough. However, armed with sharpie, a certain child of mine can make an H seem very bad.

It started with the letter H. He would write them in the dirt on the van, the fog on the window, and well, everywhere...

This was his first (well, technically second, as the first time washed out) artistic endeavor on our couch. Yes, our couch. Repeated HHHHH. They all ran together, sharing the crossbar, or whatever you want to call it.

This particular piece below is two fold in process. First step, paint hallway with paint roller from freshly painted bedroom. Second step, write several letters. I truly appreciate his efforts in marking through the letters, as if to hide them.

More recently, he's decided our new bedroom set seemed a little boring and needed decorative enhancement.

He's finally moved outdoors with his Sharpie. (I hear you all saying, "Why does she let him have the Sharpie?" As if I haven't tried hiding them!) This is the railing on the porch. Darin will be seeing this for the first time on this blog, sorry honey.

Apparently, he practiced on the glass table first.

But here it is, the crowning glory of his work. This is a professional picture taken by a professional photographer that lives next door. Unfortunately, it's taken from INSIDE her house looking out onto her porch. Yes, it's her front window.

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In his parent teacher conference last week, Ms. Martin proudly described Drew's exceptional fine motor skills. No kidding.