Can I just tell you how sick I am of "artwork" on my walls. I think Katie had posted about this on her blog too.
This is the fresh new artwork.
And here's the little punk who's trying to give me his saddest look in hopes I'd feel bad for swatting his butt. It didn't work.
This is the second time he's drawn on this wall, the first time was 3 days after I finished painting it. I still have not forgiven him. Luckily, I still have a gallon of this paint left for just these kinds of issues. I'm smart like that.
This one was Jacksons masterpiece. He did this a month after we moved in about 8 years ago. While I was nursing Sara, he found some finger paint and managed to leave evidence on the walls, the floor and had a trail going down the hallway and stairs. The hallway and stairs evidence has been worn down but we still have a large blue circle on the floor. Even though I was so mad, I now don't dare paint over it....it has Jacksons 3 year old hand prints...it's kind of cute now.
I still can't get Sara to stop drawing on the walls. I don't know what to do about her. She has drawn satanic looking pictures at the top of the stairs, I was able to clean those off and now she pretty much keeps her artwork to her bedroom door and walls.
This one was Emily's. She was kind enough to use my brand new expensive scrapbooking markers.
WHY? Why did I have kids????