On Saturday I primed my wooden high chair. It was warm. I was barefoot in the grass spraying along. Then it started to rain. I moved it to the porch to let it dry.
I forgot about it, even though it was sitting on our front porch and I saw it a few times a day. On Wednesday I decided it was time to paint it. By then, it was freezing. Freezing. What a drastic change in temperature in just a few short days. Anyway, I painted the chair. I think it was too cold to paint. The paint kind of bubbled in places as it dried. Or maybe I didn't paint it evenly. Who knows. And Joe's not around to ask. (Although he will be home tomorrow night.)
Now I'm wondering if I should have painted it black or red. I always go the safe route and paint everything white. We have a lot of white-painted wood furniture.
When we went to the library for Jack's art show last week, we picked up a children's book on yoga. The kids have been having fun doing the positions. I read the book aloud (usually holding or nursing Sawyer) and show them the photos as they do it. Jack helps Spenser and Mason figure out what to do as I read. They keep begging for me to read it to them. (I may have to buy a copy.)
And I so wish I had this photo yesterday when I posted about Sawyer's blankie thing. He fell asleep in his swing like that yesterday afternoon. Sweet little man. He just played and played until he wore himself out.