Art Class

Mark and I were both home from work the day before Thanksgiving so we took Lyla to an art class at the Children's Museum of the Arts. It's a nice little space where Lyla can get messy and I don't have to clean it up :) Full disclosure: I have never let Lyla paint because I dread the mess she will make on my white leather couches (which seemed so stylish and chic pre-Lyla).

She got to color, paint, play with dough and make a little craft...all with a little help from me. Mark was astonished when I wanted to take home her artwork. "Are you kidding me? Why are we bringing these home? You made them, not Lyla". We did take most of them home and I ended up throwing them out...

She was a little skeptical of the flubber. She doesn't like stuff that gets stuck to her hands.

Working on her self portrait.

She was a very serious painter with a really cute little apron.




Pretty colors, but here is where my fear lies. M-E-S-S-Y


At the end of the class, there was music and story time. This is not music and story time. This is the ball pit next door to music and story time, where Lyla insisted on going during music and story time.


But when she heard they were handing out drums, she got back in the mix.


We walked home after class and stopped at Landmarc for lunch. Lyla was a perfect doll the entire lunch. In other words, she slept through the whole thing. Mark and I even got to sit and have coffee after lunch!  Now that is something to thankful for!