Painting with TWO and FIVE

My heart is so heavy right now for the people of Japan. The pictures are so overwhelming, I can’t stop the tears when I see houses and cars strewn around like toys in a bathtub–knowing that real people were surely in those houses and cars. I have a tendency to be a bit of a news-freak when something like this happens–watching myself into a blubbering, emotional mess, so I’m taking a step back and closing the msnbc window before I decide to adopt a baby from Tokyo. 😉 Praying for God’s mercy and healing on the people of Japan, and thanking him for the safety of the few friends I have there.
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On a much, MUCH lighter note, I realized yesterday how different it is to paint with a five year old: …and a two year old.

There’s hope for this messypants some day!

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