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Grown up coloring books have been main stream for quite awhile. I didn’t get in on the action myself until my MIL bought me Johanna Bradford’s “Lost Ocean”. My instincts with the first page was a primal, toddler- like, Use All The Colors!!!

I thought I would fill it quickly, but it’s been over a year and I’ve finished maybe six images.  Disclaimer- This book is NOT boring.

What it is is a delightfully unexpected opportunity to challenge my colored pencil game.

Disclaimer- my colored pencil game is not strong.

I’m working gamely away at shading, blending, and zeroing in on balanced color palettes.

This sea weed is a combo of three colors gently worked into one another. Pre-snazzy-coloring book me would never have messed with that sort of careful detail.

I am not magical becoming a colored pencil expert through this experience. I am enjoying myself, and my 9 year old thinks I’m a coloring book ninja master so I’m impressing the people who matter.


We are going to home school our kids, but that’s only because we hate education.



My son drew me a picture on my bamboo  tablet last spring. He loves using the tablet and I love that this tool is fostering a greater interest in art for him. He’s not into coloring books. He’s the kid that does all the mazes and word games and then leaves the pictures untouched. My exact opposite. He will sit and draw on blank paper more frequently, but he could spend an hour solid with my tablet so sometimes I let him. We connect well with it. I sadly don’t have the picture anymore. I wish  I did. I love the strange things he drew on it. Most of the objects looked unrecognizable, even after they were identified proudly by my little Picasso. They were a bird, a heart, and a tooth. After he showed his creation off he asked me to draw a picture too. So I drew my inspiration  straight from his imagination and drew the same thing.


We are starting 1st grade this year as a home school house, and finding ways to challenge my not quite 6-year-old boy is the name of the game. He isn’t a reader, oh he can read, but you have to make him do it. It’s boring work for him, even though he loves being read too. He is more interested in making stories of his own than reading someone else’s. He loves oral recitation. Weird, for me, because I could lose myself in a book/s for days on end and not feel lacking for anything else. He would much rather snuggle under the covers and take turns telling made up ghost stories, or monster stories, or zombie stories…anything macabre really.  Maybe that’s why he draws teeth so much. They are sort of delightfully gross.


There is a huge push as a parent in the highly competitive world of elementary school to shove our kids into strenuous lines of comparison. I don’t care that my son doesn’t like to read. In fact he hates it so much he’ll tell you straight to your face that he CAN’T so you don’t try to make him. Pushing him will eventually produce a great and reluctant sigh followed by a grasp of phonics that rivals most kids his age, but you’d never know it if he had his way. He would much rather recite addition problems for you, and that he does with glee. I’m working on putting my notions what my child needs to know RIGHT THIS SECOND aside in favor of learning to read his learning cues. He loves to learn and that’s what I want to foster. I don’t want to raise a carbon copy student who has mastered the art of memorization and testing methods. I want to raise a thinker who knows that the pinnacle of education isn’t how many facts you store away; it’s knowing how to find the answers to your questions.


It really boils down to the fact that I want to draw my inspiration for teaching from my child’s wonder of learning.


“It is not that I’m so smart, but I stay with the questions much longer.” – Albert Einstein