When it comes to home furnishings, I’m not style-conscious. You could say I have decorated our home in the motif of “hey, this is functional and someone is giving it to us!” I actually can’t think of a single piece of furniture in our home that I purchased new except for our mattress. From our dining room table and desks to our couch and recliners, most of the items have been yard sale finds or hand-me-downs from family and friends.
We moved into the modern age when we received a new flat-screen television for Christmas. Of course, rather than buying a new stand, we decided to perch it on our old console television (the one I inherited from my grandparents).
This arrangement displaced the table lamp (passed on from my parents) that was our source of lighting in that part of our living room. Again, our first instinct was not to immediately go out and buy a new end table. Instead, we repurposed a small, unfinished wood table (no idea where it came from) that had been a catch-all in our laundry room.
Philip was immediately attracted to the table. For starters, it was “new.” He also likes it because it is the perfect height for spinning objects. I often see him standing beside the table playing.
On Saturday afternoon, however, Philip was drawing at his easel. Peter was watching TV. I went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. I glanced back into the living and noticed that Philip was beside the table. I figured he had tired of coloring and was once again spinning an object on the table.
I was wrong.
A friend who saw my picture on Facebook suggested I put it on Pinterest and “everyone will have them.”
By the time I saw this, Philip had actually put his markers away and moved on to another activity. I saw no point in yelling at him. Besides the fact he wouldn’t know what I was upset about, I honestly wasn’t that upset. It’s not like this is some fine antique. However, when I did catch him in the act of heading to the table with a marker, I did stop him. This made him cry, but we don’t want him to think that he can draw on furniture.
After decorating the table, Philip kept trying to put his foot up on the numbers, as if he had created his own unique hopscotch board. I also made him cry by asking him to stop that.
Despite this incident on Saturday, we continue to let Philip have free access to his markers. It’s been over a year since he drew on our walls, and he did that in pencil. Because he enjoys drawing so much, we keep a bin of blank notebooks, coloring books and three styles of markers on our dining room table. In our living room, Philip has unlimited use of his dry-erase easel and a collection of markers. In fact, I gave him a new twelve pack of markers just a couple of weeks ago since he had used the previous set to extinction.
A couple of times while I was seated at my desk (given to us by my aunt) which is located right beside the easel, Philip reached over and drew on it. My desk is white, just like the dry-erase board. A gentle, “No, no,” persuaded Philip to put the marker back in the appropriate place. I think he just got carried away.
As he did with the table. When I got home from work on Monday, this is what I saw:
At some point, we should just take the lamp off and let Philip finish what he started. Maybe then I will put it on Pinterest.