Logan’s Newest Painting

I received a lot of interest and questions about the latest painting Logan made for our playroom. For anyone who wants to try this with their kids, here’s a breakdown of how it was done.

Materials: stretched canvas, acrylic paint, brushes, bucket of water

*NOTE: Acrylic paint does not come out of clothes so I recommend using messy clothes or having your kid paint in their underwear.

  1. Lay the canvas on the floor and let your kid pick one color. Help them pour some paint directly onto the canvas & let them go nuts.

2. Let your kid pick a second color of paint and either let them pour the paint on the canvas or ask where they want you to pour it. Let them paint with those two colors as much as they want.

3. Leave the painting to dry. Acrylic dries pretty fast so this shouldn’t take more than 30 mins (unless they really poured the paint on thick, then it might take an hour) Take this time to clean your brushes.

4. Once the first layer is dry, remind your child of where the painting is going to be and ask them what colors they would like to see up on the wall in that room. Then together, decide where the next color should go. This time, pour less paint on than you did for the first layer. Repeat with one or two more colors.

5. Let the painting dry. I know it can be hard for kids to wait, but painting outside in our yard helped with this because Logan could play on his tricycle, help me clean the brushes, water the plants or take a snack break.

We propped the painting up to dry so Logan had more room to play.

6. Once that layer is dry, pick a new color to paint with. I chose white so there would be more contrast. You can see we actually didn’t wait long enough and the white mixed with some of the other colors. Logan liked that, so we rolled with it. If at any point the whole painting turns to one muddy color don’t worry! Let it dry and paint right over it on the next layer.

7. Throughout this process whether it looked like Logan was actually listening to me or not, I just kept talking about the color combinations he was making and what colors popped out to me and what would look so cool hanging up in our playroom. I constantly had him take little water breaks to step back from the painting and look at it.

8. At one point Logan asked me to paint with him and he actually told me what to do. My contribution was the light pink dots…

9. Which he ended up painting over and then having me repaint in a different place later.

10. Repeat this process of drying and painting and stepping back and talking about the colors, the composition, the types of paint strokes. Anything you notice, talk about it! Ask if there are any colors missing, make suggestions if you want. If your child is anything like mine, they will not take a suggestion they don’t like 🙂 Keep going until your child (or both of you) decide it is ready to hang.

11. Hang it up!

Logan is so incredibly proud of his painting! We love the new colorful addition to our home. Best of luck on yours! Send me a pic if you decide to try it. Logan will be so excited to see!

Oh Yeah, Writing…

So, we have a baby now. Before that I was pregnant. That’s the order these things usually go in, so I’d say we’re off to a good start. When I was pregnant I was really excited to have Logan and write about my experience as a mom every night after he went to bed. So he’s 9 months old now and this is my first post since he was born. Well, a lot has happened. There’s been a lot of laughter and tears (from all of us), a lot of puke and poop (also from all of us), some amazing times and some times that I’m not even sure happened because I was so tired. Everyone is sleeping better now and I feel like myself again. For a long time I wondered if I would. Having a baby is hard! Even when everything is going great and we’re all happy it is hard work. But it is work that I love and Ro loves it too and for that I know we are very lucky. I have managed to jot a few things down when and where I can- my phone, an empty Desitin box, a Target receipt. It’s mostly stuff like “Logan puked in my water bottle today and I didn’t realize it until after I drank from it. Several times.” Or “Logan has 3 teeth- 2 bottoms and a fang up top. The waitress at IHOP called it a can opener.” Or “Logan smacked himself in the chest with a remote today and stared me dead in the eye without flinching like a thug on a prison yard trying to intimidate me. It worked.” The usual stuff I guess. Then there’s a lot of “Logan is so beautiful I realized I was holding my breath while staring at him today.” And “Logan smells so good it makes me dizzy.” And “Ok today for sure I really can’t possibly ever love him more than I do right now.” I write that one a lot.

Me & Angie

Me and Angie always kick it after school, but she’s not my girlfriend. She keeps bean dip and Cheetos snacks in her backpack for the days that she’s forgotten. I don’t care what anyone says. She’s not crazy, but she does bite. Angie chews on straws and counts my freckles and pops the pimples on my face. Sometimes when I talk to her I can tell she’s not really listening. She’s just looking for more pimples to pop. She loves it. It hurts, but I kind of like it. I only got to go to Angie’s house one time. We put some flowers in her dad’s gun rack for peace reasons, but it got me sent home and Angie had to hide. Sometimes peace makes people mad. Angie says her dad can’t see the beauty anymore and I know she’s gonna run. Angie’s spot on the schoolyard is next to me and I’m not looking forward to the empty. But I get it. When you’re in a rotten pot of dumplings, you gotta climb out. It just bugs me when the wrong people have to leave. Angie says, “When you got gum on the bottom of your shoe, you peel it off and keep walking, but families are different.” Angie writes poetry. She says if it makes sense, you’re listening to it wrong.

She wrote this one for me:

If you walk too fast you’ll miss the Bible cave, so slow your roll, Jimbo.

It’s on the left side-boob of the mountain by the tilty tree.

Why do I need therapy? Because of how much I love tornados?

You need a passion, Jimbo.

Or else you’ll end up like a zombie rockin’ fruit flies to work.

I run from some pretty nasty shadows.

I know you look out for me, but you can’t pick all the corn yourself.

Life’s important Jimbo, but hair grows back.

See why I’m gonna miss her?