Finger Paints

Lyza got some finger paint in her Easter basket and has been begging me since to paint, so we broke out the paint while Cyndal was napping. We both had a blast and I cant wait to make a framed project with her art. Lyza was so cute when I was explaining that the paint was messy so we needed to watch where we were touching and not to wipe on our clothes. She was quiet and listened and when I was done she ran in and got her apron and was ready to go. I love how she actually listens and understands and puts a plan together without me having to ask. Its a great age, and I find that as she passes through stages there are good and bad. I miss the things she was doing but also think its great for the new things she figures out and new things she starts doing. I miss that she doesn't always sleep with her hand inside her armpit anymore, and the way she used to wake up in the morning saying "See-we-al" in this sad voice like her stomach was eating its self, and I miss the way she used to say Cyndals name (Fyndal). Now she has moved on to new things that I am sure I will miss when she stops.