My baby, the artist...

Benjamin has become quite the artist around our house...literally. With Joshua, we never really had trouble with him drawing on the wall. In his life, he has given it a go perhaps 3 times total and then only a single line. Benjamin...well, Benjamin has a stubborn streak a mile long and it takes far more than three reprimands to correct a problem. In fact, I have yet to learn the magic number because I have yet to find it. He knows right where time out is and will toddle himself over upon request and from there, you can hear him singing "beby booga...seeeeee" throughout the house. The one phrase that boy can say crystal clear is "stop it". Well...the experts say to stray from the word no... So, our house is now decorated by the boy who can stare me in the eye, blue crayon in hand and slowly bend down to mark the stair in one fluid stroke. Does he dare? Yes, he dares. (a little Berenstein Bears for all you who have read my boys the Spooky Old Tree) One with a light, one with a rope and one with the shivers...