Daddy said it would happen . . .

Daddy said it would happen . . . the twins writing on the walls/furniture/etc. This morning, Gracie asked for a "pen" because she saw one and has loved to "write" for a couple of months now. (At Grammy Sharon's in July, she saw paper and pens and, without anyone previously showing her where they were or how to use them, grabbed both and began to scribble.)

Mommy gave her crayons and paper this morning, and she drew for a few minutes. While Mommy was cleaning up breakfast, Chance took a couple of crayons and decided to draw on the window ledge in the guest room. We thought Gracie would be the first, but alas . . . Notice his tattoos--an airplane/jet and a monster truck--awesome, dude! Well, hi, Mommy . . . um . . .

Are you looking at this? I can explain . . .

It's my beeauuuty-ful drawing, Mommy! Don't you agree?