I'm so glad I kept these, because I know that there have been times over the years when I've wanted to just throw them away—considering I never used them. But my pack-rat mentality tends to kick into high gear when making a decision of that nature, so I have passed them around from home to home, box to box, closet to closet.
When I pulled them out a couple weeks ago, Eisley's face lit up. She nodded her head wildly, saying, "Soft! Soft!" while patting her chest. (This is what she does when she wants something and is trying to assure me that she won't destroy it.)
I had forgotten how much fun they are to use, since they are artist-quality pencils. And the colors! Oh, the colors. These pencils end up all over our living room coffee table and floor (I guess toddlers can't exactly limit themselves to the one-at-a-time rule), and at least a couple times a day, a few of them—having fallen into the most perfect color combinations—will catch my eye.
I love noticing these sorts of things, because it always happens when I'm at a point in my life when I'm taking time to be truly creative and artistic and such. It's rather nice. It makes me feel like a real artist.
As I shared on Twitter, we try to maintain a scribble-free coffee table by covering it with kraft paper (from the dollar store), which works quite nicely. Eisley typically prefers to color in coloring books, but even then she will end up outside of the page sometimes, so having the paper on the table helps keep me from obsessively cleaning it throughout the day. It also provides me with space to do a bit of doodling, myself: