This child of mine, I love him to pieces. Where are his pants?
Quish, quish.
He either likes to get totally messy or not at all.
In a quiet house while Aidan is at school Ethan takes charge of the easel.
WHY...
Happy baby, happy mommy!
The creative process. I watched and wondered how I got so lucky to be the mother of Ethan.
All done. Not a speck on the wall or off his painting mat.
He's that good.
The fun continues. Paint, water everywhere.
We laughed and giggled.
Oh, I love him so!
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