Inkface
House on Red Corner · 2009-04-30 · Eckenrode
*[photo — not archived by Wayback]*We have been keeping TheBubster home this week as she has been experiencing some symptoms of sickness and/or allergies; runny nose, a cough and some malaise. So its been alot of effort on my part watching the two kids and doing stuff around the house as well as studying. Must not forget the studying. Anyways, after getting the broken window in TheBubster’s room fixed today; big props to the wife for helping get that started; I set about rearranging my desk/studio space again. Each time I do this, I manage to hide more of the stuff we do not use on a very regular basis or ever, in more and more creative ways _and_ gain more floor space, this time was no different.
When engaged in this activity, the kid which makes the most noise will get the most of my attention, which naturally means that whenever Bud cries, he gets picked up and fed and/or changed into a dry nappy. Then he get set back into his Bumbo seat to play with his toys. Meanwhile, the other one, the one who has already learned that silence as an Operating Procedure allows one pretty much free reign to lots of creative fun, is doing exactly that. So when I noticed her standing on the dirty clothes basket in front of the mirror with a furniture blemish concealing marker in her hand, she already looked like a M?ori tribeswoman. Without screaming or making a big deal; I sort of chuckled actually; I asked for the texter back and the lid for it as well and let her find a new amusement. I knew that her time would come in the bathtub for it is only in the bathtub, where children already can not stand to be washed anyways, that scrubbing the ink off her face would serve as a reminder of the fun she had and would serve as her reward for the creativity.
I could have left the ink on her face for a couple of days, but she cleaned her arms and chest off so there was no cohesive design in allowing it to remain on her face.