Portrait of the Artist

This is Beeper's very first ever self-portrait--delivered into my hands this week when I picked him up from pre-school. He apparently was given a mirror to look in and told to draw himself. Except he told me, "But I couldn't look in the mirror at the same time and draw my picture so I just drew my picture." Nevertheless, uncanny rendering of himself, I dare say. Of course, I immediately saw what needed to be done. It was the only natural next step to be taken if you are me--you simply MUST go 3-dimensional and plush.

This one will become Baby M's birthday present tomorrow. Beeper and I agreed on this. Because Baby M loves Beeper only second to her mama. And Beeper felt Baby M needed this little version of himself to keep her company. But I have assured Beeper, we will make another one this weekend--one that he can keep and carry with him because there never is enough Beeper to go around--even if you are Beeper (except when it is bedtime and you are trying to get him to put his jammies on--then there is about 342% too much Beeper and I have to resort to yelling "expecto patronum" at him in attempt to get him into line...).