Toilet Help

Sometimes, I just post them. I don't explain them.

Do Not Look Directly Into the Art

At the Eastern Idaho State Fair, one of our traditions is to stop at the Kid Fun Zone and let them play. One of the activities they have there is a little art project that lets them put a bit of paper on a spinning wheel, then apply markers to the paper, thus making nice little hypnotic swirls. The one above belongs to the youngest.

This one, to our middle child:

And the final one to my wife. Why should the kids have all the fun?

Winter Someone

The format and layout of this drawing will, of course, look familiar to MR afficionados. Our oldest, of course, drew something like this, from which our middle child takes her inspiration. She takes the format in a different direction, however. Rather than focusing on emotions, she's focusing on a certain something else that can best be summed up by the third drawing in the third column.

I love how she draws her animals. I'm sure she's getting some pre-formed arty notions on how to draw these critters at school, but it's fun to see her put her own twist on them. Lest I think she's only copying her schoolmates or art coaches, I present this drawing:

which shows she's also copying Hollywood. Or at least 1960s Rankin-Bass Hollywood:

Weiner dogs, by the way, play a significant part in our middle child's art. We did at one point have a weenie dog, but she broke her back and died two years ago this Thanksgiving -- an event which certainly taints the holiday for us. So this little weenie dog shows up a lot in her art, as an homage. I love it. And I love that the creators of Yukon Cornelius also had weenie dogs on the mind.

Another Dad Doodle

I do apologize, by the way, that posts here have been so scarce. It's summertime, and we've been on a few mini-vacations, so the kids haven't been doing much artwork lately.

But I offer today another Dad Doodle. This I did at work while on the phone with someone, I don't remember who. It started out with the kite flyer, but then I made an odd shape that turned into the gigantic flamingo's head and body. The "yuck!" written underneath the right wing came as a comment to something or other I heard on the phone. Don't remember what.

Mr. Muscles

Our kids often startle us with their feats of memory. A few weeks, ago, our oldest, for example, recalled the color of the arm band he had to wear at the swimming pool when we went there a year ago. Obviously, it left a big impression on him.

Today's artwork is an example of that prodigious child memory. We showed our kids the Tim Conway film "Dorf and the First Games of Mount Olympus" more than a year ago, and just this weekend our daughter drew this of Dorf, imaginging himself falling down the hill with his barbells, as he did in the movie. I don't remember that part of the movie. They do. They've seen it one. I've seen it once. Again, the kid memory triumphs. But then again I am an adult, and thus have memories shaped like that of Homer Simpson:

Thurston and Stanley: A Commission!

Out of the blue this afternoon, my sister Maaike asked if my daugther would draw a picture of an elephant and a mouse for a story she's written. Said daughter was thrilled. I think. She churned this out quite quickly, and was stunned -- stunned -- by the fact that I could scan it in, e-mail it and get comments back from her aunt in a matter of minutes. I guess I should tell my kids a bit more about technology, eh?

Anyway, here's Thurston the Elephant, with his friend Stanley the Mouse. And, for fun, Maaike's story:

THURSTON THE BRAVE ELEPHANT

Thurson is an elephant.
He is great at making noise with his trunk…
And stomping up dust with his feet…
But the other elephants laugh at him because he is very small.

One day they called him names
(Runt! Pee-Wee! Tiny!)
Which made him sad.
He went to his quiet place to think.

“Hello,” said a little voice. “My name is Stanley Mouse.”
“I’m Thurston.”
“Why are you sad?” asked Stanley.
“The other elephants called me names because I am small,” said Thurston.

Stanley walked up to him and said,
“You may be small, but you are the bravest elephant I have ever met.”
“I’m brave? What do you mean?” asked Thurston.
“Watch this!” said Stanley.

They went up to the edge of the tall grass.
“Wait here,” said Stanley.
Thurston watched as Stanley quietly crept up to the other elephants.
When Stanley was in the middle of the elephants he said,

“Squeek!”
(Yikes! Eeek! Run away!!)
Thurston laughed as he watched the other elephants run from Stanley.
Stanley smiled and waved.

When he came back Stanley said, “That is why you are brave.”
Thurston was always small…
But the other elephants all agreed that he was very brave.
(Thurston with Stanley standing on his trunk.)

The End.

Daughter Doodles

We encourage our kids to re-use paper. If it isn't covered in text or drawings on both sides, it ain't used up is our motto. Yeah, it's a sucky motto, but we stick with it.

Sometimes, however, they apply this rule to papers I'm not quite finished with yet. Today's drawing of a singing mermaid is such an example. I had printed out some Cub Scout requirements I was going through with my older son. Daughter, who would be a Cub Scout in a nanosecond if she were allowed, decided to doodle on my paper when I wasn't looking. I like surprises like this.