I don't know why my mother didn't think to give us chalk. It would have been so much easier on the walls than the crayons. (My little brother's first and for a long-while only written word was "NO," and he wrote it everywhere. That should have told us something...)
It would have been so much easier on the walls than the crayons.
Ah. Chalk is only an outside toy for us, because the dust gets all over everything. But we get quite a bit of mileage out of it. It's a great outdoor toy for a city kid.
The summer Alex was 1 to 1 1/2, she loved to barrel down the block with a fat stick of chalk in her hand, stopping at random intervals to make a few marks on the pavement. The whole block had these random splotches of colored tracings. One day we were drawing on our own front stoop at about the time that people get off work, and a couple of women who work in an office building down the street stopped and told us how happy they were to learn who the chalk artist was.
Yeah, I imagine the dust would be a pain. But I remember my mom spending a *lot* of time and effort removing crayon marks from the walls of military housing so we could pass move-out inspections every 2-3 years. I think she'd have preferred the dust.(-;
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I don't know why my mother didn't think to give us chalk. It would have been so much easier on the walls than the crayons. (My little brother's first and for a long-while only written word was "NO," and he wrote it everywhere. That should have told us something...)
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I copped on to the chalk thing - it's MUCH easier. (Some children don't draw on walls; my mother had no idea how to decide which ones).
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Ah. Chalk is only an outside toy for us, because the dust gets all over everything. But we get quite a bit of mileage out of it. It's a great outdoor toy for a city kid.
The summer Alex was 1 to 1 1/2, she loved to barrel down the block with a fat stick of chalk in her hand, stopping at random intervals to make a few marks on the pavement. The whole block had these random splotches of colored tracings. One day we were drawing on our own front stoop at about the time that people get off work, and a couple of women who work in an office building down the street stopped and told us how happy they were to learn who the chalk artist was.
Our neighbors are very tolerant. :-)
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And who wouldn't be tolerant of a budding artist!