It’s been too long since I presented an onslaught of kids’ art. About a day after turning 4 last month, Kristopher, who has never shown the slightest interest in picking up a pen despite knowing all his letters and how to spell his name in song, suddenly announced, “I think I should probably learn to write my name.”
Well, I showed him once and, aside from a backwards “s” here and there, his name now graces all his artwork, much to my amazement. This art dates from shortly before this monumental shift, and you’ll see why this leap of progress was quite a surprise. His drawings at age 3 look remarkably similar to Gemma’s at 18 months, but what he lacks in technique he more than makes up in creative description.
Here we have “a very small man eating a reallllllllly big chocolate chip cookie”:
And “the knee bone’s connected to the leg bone, the leg bone’s connected to the foot bone, the foot bone’s connected to the heeeaaadd…”
Yes, very connected indeed.
Gemma, meanwhile, plans her dream home:
Commemorates the birth of Christ:
Takes her unicorn for a walk with Kristopher:
And ponders the goings-on in the heads of mama flamingos.