He's got the blues...

So one day I'm upstairs working on the computer. The boys are downstairs playing nicely and quietly (the first clue something must be wrong). I can hear Wyatt saying something about Noah trying to do crafts. So I assume he's trying to get the craft supplies out of the closet. I keep working.

Wyatt keeps babbling on about Noah doing crafts. So I think maybe he managed to open the craft supplies and is playing with papers and stickers. I keep working.

Wyatt gets louder and says Noah is making a mess. So he must have dumped the craft box over I think. I keep working.

Then, I wonder if I just heard Wyatt right. Did he just say Noah is painting? No couldn't be. I keep working. Wait. I think I heard it again. "Noah's painting Mommy! He's making a big mess!" he says too cheerily. "HE'S DOING WHAT??" I muster up enough courage to go downstairs.

Wyatt is correct. Noah IS painting. And Noah IS making a BIG mess.

Noah is covered in blue and purple paint. Covered. His hands are completely blue.
His shirt is now painted blue and purple as are his jeans.

His hair and shoes are blue!

The kitchen chairs and table are blue. The step stool is blue. There are blue shoe prints on my floor leading to the bathroom. The bathroom sink, cabinet and step stool are blue.

And Wyatt (so good and sweet) tried to clean it up because there is a bottle of cleaner (which is now blue), paper towels and a trash can next to the table.

And I think the trail of paint to the bathroom was Noah unsuccessfully trying to wash his hands (which he does not like to be dirty).

All because they wanted to paint their animals. I buy them these little ceramic figurines to paint. If you look in the photos Noah is painting a frog and Wyatt is painting a dog.

This is just one of those moments that you know you'll look back on laugh. One day. Far in the future.

By the way, the paint was washable. So everything came clean. : )