A perfect day for painting.

The weather here in Texas is crappy. There's no nice way to put it. There are 3 seasons. Hot, warm, and rain. Hot seems to last for about 10 out of 12 months. One month of warm, and one month of rain (which is warm also, so maybe that season should be called humid). Its really rare that we come across a decent day for going outside. Well, decent by my standards. I'm from the pacific northwest. I lived there all my life, up until about 3 years ago when I uprooted and followed my husband 1894.26 miles across country (geek quote from mapquest).

The other day it was perfect out. Cloudy. Breezy. Cool. Dry. ..."where are we", I asked myself? Without a shadow of a doubt, we grabbed the kids and went outside to play with freshly purchased sidewalk paints. Lets make a mess! Lets get covered from head to toe in hot pink splats (just how I like it!), and neon yellow speckles. We took off our shoes and let our feet get gritty in the driveway. We dipped the roller in the pan, put it to the pavement, and let our eyes light up with electric colors. Eleanore held her paint brush proudly as she painted her rainbow. Charlie, who keep in mind is only 10 weeks old, rolled up the sleeves to his romper and dove into his very first art project.

We're lucky to have found March 8th. And neon colored sidewalk paint.