When other people’s two year olds draw pictures for their parents, it’s scribbling.  Today, I learned for the first time that when mine do it, it’s art.

See what I mean?  This is too beautiful for the fridge door.  No magnet should tarnish the composition and subtlety of this masterpiece.  It needs to be framed, nay, it needs to be in a museum.

All joking aside, this piece of paper represents a turning point in Natalina’s life.  Her favorite color, obviously, is purple.  She wears purple clothing, paints with purple paint, and as you can see, will only color with the purple crayon.  The difference today is that she has now spent 90 minutes – yes, that’s right, an entire hour and a half – sitting contentedly on the floor, shading and reshading this piece.  (This picture was taken at 20 minutes in.)

Previously, both twins would pick a blank sheet, scribble on it for 30 seconds, and flip to the next page.  Natalina is no longer scribbling, at least not in process.  She’s putting thought into her strokes and completing a work before moving on.  It’s magical to watch.

Dulce is jealous.  She is trying to distract Natalina, to draw her into some form of play that involves both babies.  When that doesn’t work, she will try to block Natalina’s work, either by stealing her crayon or sitting on her paper.  It’s cute, but a little sad.  The artist bug has yet to bite her, I guess.

The contrast between the two really shows the development that is taking place.  A scribble versus a thought-out scribble.  The lazy scrawls versus the disciplined shading attempts.  Not a big difference to the untrained eye, but a huge difference to me.

And lest anyone think Dulce is lacking in creativity, rest assured, she makes up for her disinterest in art in other ways.  Like making hats out of coffee filters.

Two year olds are often tough to handle, but on mornings like these, I just love this age.

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