The Budding Artist

I posted these two images on Facebook a few weeks ago, in real time, as we were driving (don't worry, I wasn't behind the wheel...).  Samantha, ever the amazing long-distance trooper, was doodling on her mini-Magna Doodle that Wednesday while we were on vacation, from the back seat.  She tapped me on the shoulder and handed the pad to me, saying, "Look, Mommy, a mouse!"  I was pretty taken aback by the details, but noticed one glaring error.  "Where's the tail?" I asked.  "Oops, sorry, the tail - I forgot!" she responded, and promptly took it back, drew for a second and handed it back in its completed form below. 

Seriously, I was floored.  She hasn't drawn anything for me in ages, and I was starting to worry that she would be scribbling forever.  I don't know what she was eating/drinking/taking that day, but sheesh, that was pretty awesome!  And any subsequent versions of the mouse were never quite like that one.  I'm just feeling glad that I caught it on camera.



Fast-forward 3 days to Saturday, as we neared the end of our journey home from Georgia, and, accompanying the tap tap on my shoulder from the back seat, Sammi said, "Look, Mommy, a butterfly!", handing me the picture below.  Again, floored.  While it looks like a perfect butterfly in silhouette, I think it was actually a head-on attempt that may be missing a wing or something.  I'm really not sure, but dang if it doesn't look like a butterfly, with it's long body!  Again, I don't know what she was eating/drinking/taking that day, but I love her new-found inner artist.  I hope it sticks around!