‘Más Glitter Please’
I meant well.
Hubby was traveling for work, and there were a few hours until Norah’s bedtime. So in an effort to engage my daughter in my new gardening habit — and let’s face it: kill time — I let her paint an old terra cotta pot.
Normally, Norah hates getting her hands dirty. If there’s there’s the tiniest spec of yogurt on her fingers, she begs me for a napkin. When I wanted to make a handprint craft for my husband’s birthday, my friend Diana had to help me sedate Norah.
Well, I guess her neat freak phase is over, because when I gave her the paints, she went to town — first with a brush, then with her hands.
Since Norah was already getting messy, I sprayed some whipped cream on her high chair tray. Bliss.
The paint was washable… and wash I did. Norah’s clothes, my clothes, the high chair cover. I also scrubbed the floors.
I’m not sure yet what I’ll plant in Norah’s painted pot. But I had her use orange, silver glitter and white — the colors of her nursery. And whatever I plant, it’ll grow with the sunshine that comes through her bedroom window.