Art

I tell my kids that they are artists every morning as an encouragement to keep coloring because the other option is having them run around yelling. That makes this art.

The last picture is a picture of me, for a few days in a row they would draw a face and then grab all the crayons their little hands could hold and scribble until the page was full and say it was me. Cute right? Maybe if I was a girl.

(For those of you waiting for news of the motorcycle I will try to post some info and pictures this afternoon.)