Remedial Prehistoric Portrait Drawing 101

Don't get me wrong, I'm not cruelly judging Samantha's artwork with my title.  I'm just being silly. 

I'm actually one super-proud mama right now. 

I know I tend to go on and on about stuff Samantha is doing or ways she makes me proud and little else, but seriously, our lives are pretty dull otherwise.  I could absolutely tell you about what I had for dinner (chicken quesadillas), or how many loads of laundry I did yesterday (zero), but I can already hear you snoring from here.  Really, there's not much else going on. 

Samantha, testing out her fresh, shiny, pointy-tipped new crayons (Oh!  Do you remember how wonderful it was to have the 64-count box with the built-in sharpener instead of suffering blunt, lackluster little stubs?  I'd have sooner given up drawing altogether...) that she got for Christmas, took it upon herself to draw a family portrait.  Our very first family portrait.  So precise, so perfect.  First of all, Daddy's the little one.  hehehe.  Not sure how that happened, but okay.  Second, if you look closely, you can see each figure has eyes, a nose, a smiley mouth (finally encompased within the confines of the gargantuan heads, rather than extending outward like a demented whisker in her earlier face-drawing stages), round ears at the sides of the head, hair, legs (coming out from the bottom of the head, of course, as extensions of the neck), a round tummy in the middle, and on mine and Samantha's at least, arms (those tentacle-like extensions wafting off to the right - looks like I'm doing the hula...).  

I will treasure this.