Paint Therapy

I found Kate in the kitchen today, painting.  We (Kate, John, and I) used to paint alot before they started school.  It has slipped my mind as an activity that we should still do.  Here are some pieces we did years ago:

This is John's, painted when he was three.  It hangs in the kitchen next to:

The yellow horizontal lines are the "painting's ribs, except you can't see them very good 'cause there's all the blood and stuff in the way." (Kate at five)

My painting of Kate and John that hangs in our family room.

And my Mother and Child painting.  It is hard to remember when they were so small I could hold them on my knees like this and just look at them.