kid in candy store
much to look at, little time
I took the kids to the Blanton Art Museum today. Given the wee-er one’s penchant for destroying things, and the wee one’s penchant for not listening to me, you may think this was a task best attempted by a complete nutjob. You would be right.
However – our trip went surprisingly well. The wee one listened and behaved and didn’t jump on any of the art or touch anything; the wee-er one (though she sat in the stroller and easily ripped a hole in the foot of her tights so that her toes could breathe) only screamed a little bit.
We stayed for just over an hour, and out of the three of us I was the only one yelled at by a guard. I just can’t help getting up close to Hans Hoffman paintings. The brushwork, the colors… I can barely contain myself from trying to climb inside them.
I am thrilled at our success today, and I’m tempted to test fate by trying it again sometime soon.
Of course, when we got home, the wee-er one went upstairs, and for no discernible reason, ripped the bottom drawer off my dresser like it was made of styrofoam. The entire face of the drawer – yanked off like the Hulk got pissed while searching for some socks.
I may have to start a new blog: The Wee-er One’s Path of Destruction. Or at least a Flickr set.
At least she didn’t destroy any art today. Well, at least not yet.