Thursday, September 4, 2014

39 Month Old = Little Artist

Baby CP started working on little art and craft projects back when he was 20 months old in daycare.  Most of it was pretty teacher directed and the kids would just stick pieces in places where they should probably go, like clothes on a person or petals on a flower.  Now, Baby CP can draw circles himself.  They're a little odd shaped, but he gets the idea.  While he can identify squares, rectangles and triangles at the drop of a hat, he finds it very difficult to draw them and says that he's too small to do it right now.  To my surprise, when given some paint recently, he's quite the artist.  Sometimes, he paints abstract works.
Other times, his paintings look like actual things and he names them accordingly.  The most impressive one is half of the solar system.  He's been interested in space and planets recently, so we read about it.  He can name some of the planets and knows a couple special qualities of each of them.  He asked me if he could paint earth, and then he just kept going...he just needed help remembering their order from the sun.

Mommy and Daddy
Banana with eyes and nostrils
 
Ghost Dinosaur


From right to left - Sun, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars and Jupiter (including the eye of Jupiter's storm)

Baby CP has attended a couple superhero birthday parties in the past month.  He really likes frosting...gross!

We also took him on his first camping trip in Mt. Diablo State Park.  It's only about an hour away and you drive right to the site.  We set up the tent, ate dinner and looked at the stars...and the next morning headed back home.  At first he said he didn't want to go, but when he got there he helped set up the tent and campfire and told us he loves camping.

We have been hearing all kinds of new things from Baby CP recently.  Many are cute and smart and funny.  Some leave us a little taken aback, but we have to try not to laugh so that we don't encourage it.  For example, one day, he said he didn't like me anymore because I "forced" him not to go to Disneyland the next day.  This morning, I told him that boys don't cry and only babies cry and he should go to the potty and he asked me why I was "saying mean stuff to" him.  Sheesh.