Olivia has found a new outlet for her boundless energy - coloring. I've been trying for months to get her to pick up the crayons and color, but as usual, things have to be done on her time.She finally picked up the crayons the other night and started to color - on a garbage can. I came downstairs to see why she was so quiet and there she was - sitting on the basement floor, coloring away.
And now, it's all she wants to do. She will sit for at least an hour or two surrounded by her washable Crayolas and piles of white paper, scribbling away.
I am not one to stifle anyone's creativity, so we're just letting her color away. If it makes her happy, we're happy.
In fact, we're going to buy her an easel so she can color more.
I'm actually hoping that the coloring will lead to other forms of expression - such as talking.
Olivia still refuses to talk, more than the occasional word like "hi" or "mama" or "daddy." She has yet to form a sentence, although I'm sure the words are in there. Kevin and I both think that she's being stubborn and one of these days it's all going to come tumbling out. [Hopefully, without all the colorful swear words that I'm always saying].
The coloring took a while, I guess talking will come in time.
In the meantime, I'll post some of her artwork soon.
