You can’t relocate a basket of forgotten plastic dinosaurs in this house without a notice by the boys. I spent Sunday rearranging half the house in anticipation of Dwight’s return next week. Gone are the piles of books, the boys walking upon bookpiles, the books stacked upon every available surface. Now, we have bookshelves insulating the walls, thick with knowledge and already collecting dust. But now you can see the dinosaurs. And here they are, living the plastic dinosaur dream, moments before asteroid touchdown.
Plein air paintings, studio art and lessons
what a great image and a familiar scene as a mom of 3 boys with a giant bin of dinos- our other favorite is making dinosaur musuem in a plain wooden dollhouse (we call it a wooden structure!)
right on!