Crayons

Last weekend, Ivan got his first set of 64 Crayola crayons. I think I'm more excited that he is. I've had quite a fun time doodling around, trying to show him how to draw. But he's not interested yet in drawing. He's tried but it hasn't really capture his attention. However, he really likes to take the crayons out of the box and stack them back in (he's been stacking a lot of things lately, for example, taking oranges one by one out of the fruit bowl and taking them to the porch. It's a phase. It's cute).

He also immediately located the "hole" ie the sharpener on the crayola box, and has stuck each crayon into the hole. Again, it's a phase. He finds random holes in the house and sticks his fingers in, or mine, if I'm near by (like the hole in the mortar on the brick house wall on the porch).

He also likes to take a crayon, or two or three (ie he takes one so I take another so I can draw, which he promptly takes from me, so I take a third one, which he promptly takes away from me, ....)

He's tried to put the crayons in the mouth, once or twice, but it really hasn't been a problem.

Mariposa, on the other hand, managed to find a loose crayon on the floor and eat it. She ate the crayon but left the paper wrapper. That's how I found out that she ate it. It's quite deft of her to be able to do that -- eat the crayon but leave the wrapper. We were all quite impressed. The crayon color, of course, was gold. Nothing less for our baby basset girl. I haven't scooped her poop since, but I assume it's been speckled with gold.