This is why I didn't grow up to be an art teacher like my dad

A few months ago Babboo was sent home from school with a bag full of art supplies and a note requesting we use the supplies to make him a poster about his family. The kids would be learning about families and they wanted the kids to have a posted to show off their families.

I brought the art supplies home, read the note, and then threw it all in a pile on the kitchen table.

And then forgot about it.

Until last Saturday when we were stuck in the apartment due to extreme coldness. (Oh yes, it was very cold outside!) while clearing off our kitchen table (which has never been used to eat off of) I discovered the bag of art supplies, reread the note, and decided that Babboo and I would work on the poster right.this.very.second! (I tried to ignore the part of the note that said the posters were needed asap because the lessons on family would be taught in November. Dude, I suck.)

I quickly went through our available pictures to find some of our families. I did not have a lot to choose from. Apparently I only get pictures of Babboo printed. What can I say, he's cute. I found a few pictures where a grandparent might be located in the background and deemed it a success.

I located a poster board (under our couch. Who knew?), my glue sticks, colored paper, scissors, tape and glitter pens (is it wrong that I own way to many glitter-related items?) and threw them all down on the kitchen floor.

We were ready to start on our Art Project.

Here my Sweet Babboo, let Mommy help you come up with your basic design and layout.

Screw you Mommy. I just want to smear glitter on the fridge and play with scissors. Take that!

After countless times of pulling the scissors away from Babboo and begging him to "please leave the tape dispenser alone" we finally finished with our first ever Art Project.

My heart, it melts with pride.

Since we were so far behind on making the poster I don't dare take it to Babboo's school. It now sits on our kitchen table, for all to enjoy.

(I know the feathers look so tacky. But they were included in the bag of art supplies to use. And honestly, the kid loved the feathers.)