Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Why I Love This Little Town of Mine

Because every year, just prior to our little rinky-dink town Christmas parade, Santa flies over downtown in a red helicopter. He flies pretty low, too, and waves to all the delighted kids. I just hope the helicopter never crashes.

Monday, December 1, 2008

My Budding Artist

Corinne has discovered drawing. She had been fond of scribbling, but now she's starting to actually make things that kind of look like things. She even gets frustrated when the thing doesn't come out the way she has pictured it in her mind. Ah, my little protege. As her mom and biggest fan, I think her work is pretty impressive for her age and given her fine-motor limitations. Even better are the stories that she makes up to go along with the sketches. This one is called "Baby in her Bedroom with Turkeys". Unfortunately she created this masterpiece on her magnadoodle, and erased the finished product before I got a chance to take a photo of it, but here is the star of the story:

According to Corinne, this baby was asleep in her bedroom (she went on to draw the bed) but couldn't sleep because of all the turkeys outside her window making so much noise. She drew a window with curtains to muffle the noise a bit. The baby's bedspread also had turkeys all over it. Who says autistic kids lack imagination? I asked if the baby was Apple, and she said it was not, but I still feel like this is a step closer to the acceptance of her future little sister.

This next one is a portrait of Papa in the medium of potpourri. She had spent the better part of the day playing with said potpourri, pretending that it was frogs on lily pads and in houses. She then used a tupperware bowl to make the circle outline for Papa's face, which we all felt was pretty darn clever of her. I love that he kind of looks like Bert from Sesame Street.