Sean loves to draw. I don't me that he likes
to draw, I mean that he loves
to draw. First thing in the morning, and first thing after a nap, he marches into the pantry, points at his drawing materials, and begs "art? art?". Later in the day, we head outside and he asks for his chalk, so that he can draw on the fence. He probably spends at least an hour or two a day drawing. The coolest part is the way he holds his crayons. Instead of holding them like a typical todler with a crayon wrapped in a meaty little fist, Sean holds his crayons the way an adult would. Take a look at the close-up Lori took of his hand, and you'll see what I mean.