This past weekend we had solved the problem on Saturday by heading to my dads for some pool time. God bless my father for having a pool in his backyard; you forget how awesome it is to float around the pool without random kids splashing you. Blessings go to my father for also having a nice patio set with large umbrella and always having plenty of snacks and sodas on hand. Sadly we only make it down there a couple times a summer; he’s a good 40 minute drive away and with gas at its current price it makes it a bit impractical to trek down there too often.
Sunday was a different story, however. We were tossing around the idea of hitting up the dollar movies, at some point during the day but none of us were set on that so it was pretty much playing it by ear, which I have never found yields very good results.
Sunday began way to early for me when I heard Carolina push our bedroom door open about 7:30am looking for someone to turn on the TV. Not being a morning person I bit back a torrent of choice words for both the child and the child's maker still snoozing soundly next to me, shoved my glasses on my face and stumbled out of bed. After getting Carolina and Lamby settled on the couch with Disney channel I found myself on the couch in the front room cuddled with a pillow, willing myself back to sleep with no avail so I got up and tried to start making coffee. Generally within about 15 minutes I feel much more awake and will start being some what productive, sometimes even going for a run, but not that Sunday. I felt drained even after Isaac got up and I had a large cup of coffee and a breakfast taco.
By 10 we were still watching whatever came next on the Disney Channel and I was feeling guilty for having such a un stimulating morning and the amount of TV we were watching but I was too tired to do much about it. About 10:15 Isaac got up to start getting ready to go to the gym and Carolina asked if I’d play Clue with her, I convinced her that Clue was too difficult with just two people and seeing the disappointment on her face, offered a game of Chutes and Ladders in exchange figuring that it was one of the faster moving less mentally straining games on our shelf. Instead she returned with a 100 piece Tinker Bell puzzle we’d gotten her a couple years ago. She had opened it once, taken 2 frustrating days to complete it and had not looked at it since. Hence, I was surprised at her eagerness, but quickly agreed; heck I like puzzles.
We sat down and Carolina started working on putting the fairy faces together while I did the edges, but we had that sucker done in about 15 minutes which was a vast improvement over the previous 2 day record. After admiring our work Carolina set off to find another puzzle. Now I will continue to swear that some where in our house is a Hello Kitty puzzle, I can not remember the reason that we bought the puzzle, but darn it, it exists and I will find that puzzle. Needless to say, it was not located Sunday morning, so we settled for two 12 piece puzzles that Carolina dug out of her room. After completing the final puzzle Carolina commented that they looked like art work. “We should set these out so daddy can see them!” I agreed that he would enjoy that, when her eyes fell on a box of square card stock on the table."We can make our own art” she exclaimed and seeing a good hour or so of activity I agreed and sat to start doodling on a piece of paper while Carolina ran upstairs to gather an assortment of markers and crayons.
Now, I am not an artist. Stick people are generally my peak, but Carolina is pretty good and she loves to create so I’ve tried to get in touch with my artistic side a little more in the last couple years. I've managed to organize homemade Christmas cards, painted wooden frames for Mothers Day and Father's day gift coupons; however, I still can not draw to save my soul. Carolina comes by her talent honestly, Isaac is a great artist and many of art in the house are things he or his grandfather have done, so she obviously picked up artist gene!
Once we had our tools we busily settled to work drawing pictures and chatting. It's fun now that Carolina is getting older in that you can have an actual conversation. Carolina asked me why I always say that I'm not good at art so I told her about probably the one teacher I didn't like at my elementary school; the art teacher. Thanks to this particular teacher I've always been fairly certain that I am not an artist. Carolina was appalled and assured me that I was a great artist. "You make pretty hearts and pretty flowers" she explained, your a great artist! So sweet, I need to keep her in my purse for when I'm down, it's hard to feel bad about yourself with Carolina assuring you that you are the BEST (fill in the blank).
We continued our pictures until we had 3 or 4 when Carolina had her big idea;
"We can put our pictures out on the table and have an art show for Daddy when he comes home! He'll love it!" I wasn't so sure how Isaac would feel with his table covered in paper, but I figured what the heck, he likes her art, it's all easily cleaned up, lets do this!
Carolina began to organize the pictures on the table and we made additional ones our masterpieces are below. Yes, one of those is a bottle of wine, that was me. Enough said.
Finished product, complete with photos of Lamby!When Isaac got home, Carolina had him close his eyes and go straight to the TV room where he was given the task of one final drawing that would be posted on the easel. Isaac made us both look bad by doing an intricate drawing of Tron. I have a picture, but blogger isn't working with me, I'll try to come add it later. He was guided to the art show through signs and he loved his art show! I think we're going to move most of the pictures to Carolina's wall.
A morning that started so slow ended up being a lot of fun and we have some great new art to show for it!
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