A couple of months ago, though, Elijah became interested and he started to draw. I was (and am) so excited.
It's difficult for Elijah to bend his hand in the correct position to draw, so I hold him by his arm to help him get the marker in position. The movement of his arm and the marks he makes are all him, though. I just give him the opportunity to create.
I think I'm as proud of him as I would be if he were Pablo Picasso or Vincent Van Gogh. In fact, probably more so. I mean, Van Gogh has some incredibly beautiful paintings (he's my favorite artist), but he did cut off his own ear. So already Elijah has a few more points than good ol' Vincent. Well, that and the fact that he's my son. That scores some major points indeed.
I'm pretty sure these are Elijah's titles for his art-pieces, from the top down:
#1: Daddy's brain
#2 My hair in the morning
#3: Daddy's brain (edited)
#4: I love you
Yep, I think we have an artist in training. Or a doodler like his mom. Either way, I'm thrilled.