palette knives and paint brushes.

Today was the day. The day Stella has been talking about for weeks. It was "art day" at Grandma Deb's. She has been practicing with water colors at home and was so ready to paint at Grandma's. The girls woke this morning and promptly put on their aprons and sat patiently waiting for us to go. Seriously. So we put Henry down for a nap and headed to the studio. 

 They started with a little charcoal to sketch out the pumpkins. Ruby was very concerned that they weren't painting actual pumpkins. Even after she discovered the pumpkins were fake. Stella was trying to make her pumpkins exactly as Grandma was painting them.

 Then a paint brush.

 They learned about primary, secondary and tertiary colors, and how to mix them.
Ruby made green. all. by. herself. And Stella made a beautiful shade of orange. What five year old talks like that?

 For Stella, art is a very serious business. It has to be as perfect and as precise as she sees it. And she would like Ruby's to be that way as well. oh my cute little rule follower.

 Chubby little hands smothered in oil paint...

 You can't count yourself as an artist if you don't put your paint brush in your mouth. Stella is an artist, clearly.

 I wanted in on art day as well. But it's not officially fall yet, so I have to refrain from all things pumpkin until then. Monet's poppy fields are better anyway.

There isn't much better than a day at Grandma's. I think thats why we have children, so that one day we can be grandparents.

Plus I might have stolen a few paintings... Thanks Mom!

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