Some more art

I so love that Laynee loves to draw. Every day she comes home with new artwork. And I won't lie and tell you that I keep every single sheet of paper and place it lovingly in a sheet protector and put it in a scrapbook. 

Psh. 

That's soooo 2009. 

No, I take each picture, place it on my scanner, scan and save it on my computer and then I place it lovingly in the trash bin. 

Thankyouverymuch.

Don't judge. 

If you spent time in my abode, you would do the same thing. 

Seriously. It's getting to be so cluttered with paper that I have a hard time believing we would survive a fire if one of my children ever decided to leave a lit match lying around. 

This place would burn to the ground in 45 seconds flat.

That's why I dedicated one whole afternoon (or maybe it was a whole day. I lose track of time sometimes.) to scanning all of the artwork, special awards, and other such treasures into my computer. Ahhhhh. It feels as though a burden has been lifted from my stooping, drooping shoulders!

As a result, I feel it necessary to share with the world the draw-rings of our little ar-teest.

This is a picture of our family. I shall identify them for you from Left to Right, as custom demands:

(The brown spot would be a hot chocolate stain. We love us some hot cocoa.)

Laynee, Mommy, Olive the cat, Corrine, Hunter, Daddy, Mac the pup, and Daisy the mom dog.

The similarities are uncanny. 

Translation:

"I played bad doggies." 

Signed, Elayna and a picture of a kitty cat head.

It's one of her favorite things to play; bad doggies.

Her version of "bad doggies" usually involves her being a dog and pretending to dig in the flower beds, chewing on shoes/stuffed animals/everything, and pretending to puke up non-digested socks. But when she tries to, ahem, get the real puppy to "exercise" with her? That's where  playing "bad doggies" ends.

The person standing outside the box?
That would be Laynee herself. 

She is making a kissy face, thus explaining the large lips.