Picasso

One day a couple weeks ago during art time at the kitchen counter, Cole looked at me and said, 'drawing mommy.' Cole then proceeded to scrutinize me and then draw, look and draw, etc. He would hold his little pointer finger to his mouth, squint his eyes and tilt his head while looking at me and then draw.  As if that little action wasn’t adorable enough, what really blew me away was the masterpiece he produced.  At 2 years old, Cole drew a portrait of me.  His attention to detail was impressive.  He drew me with earrings and a necklace.  I have about 20 eyes (but who is counting), I have hair, ears, a mouth, tummy and clothes, arms, legs (apparently I am kin to a caterpillar) and shoes for each and every foot.  I have never looked so good.        



Case was apparently feeling a tad left out of all my praise for Cole's picture so he hopped up to the counter and produced this masterpiece of his daddy.  This is by far his best and most recognizable picture up to date.  I was beaming.