How To Make Valentines With A 1.5 Year Old

First, meticulously prepare everything. I drew a bunch of hearts all over these two sheets of paper. There were finger paints, roller paints, crayons and cubes of frozen water with food coloring. We even went out and got stickers from the drugstore down the street that morning!







Step 2, deploy the toddler. Watch him destroy it all get creative. True to form, he wanted to eat the finger paint and the rollers. The ice was left to melt in random places, including but not limited to the doorway and Mom's shoe.



















Try to tempt him with the stickers you just got.



















"No thanks."




















The aftermath:














The finished project:













And some perfect photos:

Science!

We have been having so. Much. Fun. But "sensory bin" is kind of clinical and unwieldy, so Mom's renaming it. This is the Babylab. We'll probably call it something else before that gets embarrassing, but that's totally what it is right now. It's where we do our science:















Besides the bin, we have an assortment of tools for conducting our experiments. Mom thought she'd take a picture so we can see how it changes as Babyman grows. Here's the current binventory:













But she also knows that no one besides her really wants to see pictures of that, so onto the experiments...

Wood Shop!






We are not doing the wood shavings again. They were everywhere.











Captain Rainbeard





This was really great for fingerpainting!














Or, it will be, when we start using the paints instead of eating them.






























Rice, Rice, Baby





So much fun!









Indoor Rainbow

First Fingerpainting!

What can one say about watching a genius at work?

















There's a certain confidence in their choices.













Yet at the same time, delicacy.













Their work may seem strange.

















It is simply too far advanced for those of us of normal ability.

















We may not be able to understand it at first.

















Or ever.













But we don't have to, so long as we keep the paint and paper coming.











Somebody get the Kimbell on the phone for us. Or maybe the Guggenheim. He's already giving Rauschenberg a run for his money.