When we were at the museum the other day, I asked the girls to choose their favorite paintings in each of the galleries. Chloe unsurprisingly chose Seurat – she had written a story based on this painting back in April for her creative writing class. She was actually giving me a forced smile in this photo, because I hadn’t yet come up with the scavenger hunt idea that savaged our day at the Met and she was still pissed off at me.
We had a scavenger hunt at the Metropolitan Museum of Art today. The day got off to a rocky start, when Chloe realized that I hadn’t really put together a scavenger hunt. I was supposed to have researched the museum’s collection online, but that didn’t quite work out. She started to mope, which made me mope. And yet, it’s often when I mope that the lightbulbs go off in my head.
We are in great danger of not spending all the money in our flexible spending account by the end of the year. There’s a lot of money to be spent, which means that in all likelihood friends and family will see me in yet another pair of glasses on January 1, 2011.
Tonight is movie night. Chloe and I are watching “Titanic.” She’s very excited to watch “Titanic.” She likes the cursing so far.
She laughed when Rose told her fiance that the paintings she purchased were by “some artist called Picasso.” We’re raising a very cultured 9-year old.
She also got a kick out of Jack the artist’s comment about one of his drawings, “That’s the good thing about Paris. Lots of women willing to take their clothes off.” The Frenchie in her appreciated the comment – as she remarked, the kids at the beach in France like to be naked.
I love it. Heads: Chloe is a little sophisticate. She knows Picasso! Tails: Chloe is completely naive. She is still young enough to equate sensual naked French women in drawings to naked French kids on a beach!
It’s been awhile since I posted a Chloe poem. Here’s a new one and I think it’s brilliant.
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The waves from the ocean
Go up and down
They splish and splash,
And twirl around
As I watch the sun go down
I feel like I’m queen of the world
And I deserve the biggest crown
So a smile curls up, upon my lips
In the water my toes all dip
The sun goes down,
down,
down,
down
Until there’s no more light in the sky
Except for the moon
Shining way up high.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I don’t know where the past year has gone. Actually, I do have an inkling of where the past year has gone (work, work, work), but I can’t believe that we’re approaching the end of 2010.
Sophie had a very lucky Halloween. She was a mermaid at school the other day and today she was Belle.
Chloe and I spent the day together. We did some shopping and then went into the city to the New Victory Theater to see “Nevermore,” an operetta fictionalizing the life of Edgar Allan Poe.
Pink Me Not just celebrated its third birthday two days ago. Happy birthday, Pink Me Not! I’ve been faithfully maintaining this blog about my girls for three whole years. I never thought I’d last this long. One day, when Chloe and Sophie are adults, they will appreciate my dedication.
