garage art

Before Gage was two we began painting on an easel almost daily. We have rolls and rolls of wildly abstract art stored away from those first few years. Then, somewhere during his early three's, we graduated to acrylic on canvas with more than three dozen works produced, gifted and/or hung.

Now, Zuzu hardly suffers from second child neglect, but the guilt of this was getting too much to bear lately, so I finally gave in and pulled out the easel. Granted, it has moved from the comfortable confines of Gage's bedroom to the toasty concrete garage, but we gave it a go and for the ten minutes that it simultaneously held their attention, it was a huge success.

Warning to grandparents, we will begin production on this year's holiday gifts as soon as I can restock the supplies.