Waiting for Picasso

I was at a friend's house the other day for the first time.  It seemed like every room was adorned with at least one framed piece of her children's artwork.  Nicely framed, at that.  The artwork was the perfect personalization to the home.  I loved it.

Patiently, patiently.  There's a corner in the family room waiting to be filled with W's masterpieces just like this:

{via The Violet Hours}

Or perhaps something more organized, like this:  

{via Blonde Designs}