First Art Lesson

Move over, Picasso! There's a new child prodigy in town . . . and it all begins with the first wax crayon - a splash of colour here, a naturalistic depiction of lines and squiggles there, and VOILA! A masterpiece is born! What's that? I'm a little too optimistic, you say? Maybe . . . but considering my degree is in sculpting, I have my hopes set high . . . but until her debut appearance at the Guggenheim, I'm happy to let her explore the world around. Art is, afterall, about discovery!

Such concentration!

Mischief Maker

Mischievous?? Who ME?? Look deep into my eyes . . . do I REALLY look mischievous?
The answer to that question, "Why, yes, my darling girl! You most certainly do!"

There are very few drawers that Angelica is allowed to play in . . . and even fewer that she can actually reach . . . but there are certain drawers that seem to captivate her attention more than others, and my sock drawer seems to fall into that category. Usually, Angelica will just practice opening and shutting the drawer, being ever so careful not to pinch her fingers in the process. On this particular day, however, Angelica decided my drawer needed some maintenance, and so she proceeded to "re-organize" . . . "'Cause Mommy, you just don't have it right yet."



Just trying to be helpful, Mommy!