Adventures in Art Class

I signed Lunatic Child up for an art class.  I thought, why not let him get messy somewhere that is not home?  I like a nice short-cut, and this is a two-fer:  Lunatic Child is entertained, and I don't have to clean up after it.  Plus, I had grand visions of him having oodles of artistic talent, and then I could get rich selling his paintings on e-Bay.

Things did not work out as planned.  And now Lunatic Child has been evicted from his first educational experience.  We have tactfully been told that Lunatic Child may prefer one of the *other* classes on offer, which is code for "Please get your child out of here.  Now."  For one thing, he was eating all the paint. 

But I digress. 

Let me start at the beginning.

Normally, Lunatic Child goes to art class with his Nanny.  She mentioned, in passing, that sometimes Lunatic Child gets a little distracted toward the end of class.  I now know that what she meant was "He is hell on wheels after 5 minutes".  She is, apparently, a master of the understatement.  I never would have known this, except she couldn't come in last Thursday, so I took Lunatic Child to art class.

I was excited.  It would be Bonding Time.  It would be Fun.  We would Create Art.

What Lunatic Child creates is chaos. 

First activity was drawing with crayons on paper.  Every child could take 2 crayons.  Lunatic Child would take one crayon at a time, then chuck it on the floor.  Box of crayons is taken away.  Lunatic Child, sans crayons, notices some puppets on a shelf.  Wails because they are Not Available.  Refuses to be distracted from lack of puppets.  Sits in miserable huddle of thwarted toddler.  Then tries to steal crayon of Nice Little Girl next to us. 

We move on to painting.   This starts out well, but goes South after about 30 seconds when Lunatic Child announces he is "All Done" and makes a break for freedom out the door.  I chase him down and bring him back in.  He tries to eat the paint, then cries because it tastes disgusting.  I think, really?  You have not figured out after 4 classes that the taste of paint is Not Nice?  We wash the paint out of his mouth.  He then becomes obsessed with climbing the stepladder to the sink.  When he realises this is No Longer an Option, he tries to paint on the easel of Nice Little Girl next to us. 

We move back to the little table for a creative project "Making Blueberry Pies".  Lunatic Child becomes distressed when there is no yellow chair available for him to sit on.  Tries to shove Nice Little Girl off yellow chair.  Huge shambles while all chairs are rearranged so Lunatic Child has yellow chair.  He then proceeds to not sit in it.  Ever.  Nice Teacher is explaining to the children about blueberries and how we are going to paint blueberries and make a pie.  Lunatic Child, not sitting on yellow chair, makes another break for freedom out the door.  He is not interested in pie.  By the time we are done with the pie making exercise, I am covered in blue paint and glitter, none of which is on the actual pie.

This is probably why Art Class Mum gave me such a chilly reception.

So, anyway, the school has suggested he might like music class better, and by all accounts he does.  They get to sing and try out all the instruments and they do dancing games.  Much more in Lunatic Child's wheelhouse as it involves not being still for more than 30 seconds. 

I am still sad, as I now have to figure out another Get Rich Quick scheme based on Lunatic Child.

In response to popular demand!!

Responding to the fervid pleas (well, mild suggestions) of at least...oh, 2 people I know, I am starting this blog.  As we are living far from friends and family in London and around the world, you can check in here to find out what Harried Mum, Lunatic Child and Fun Daddy are currently up to on the West Side, otherwise known as the Best Side!!!

What have we been up to, you ask?  Well, exciting things!!  All the time!!  We're parents!!  Life is a whirlwind of excitement, starting at 6:30am EVERY DAY.  Awesome. 

We had a recent holiday to Portland to see the Stylish Sister, Hip Brother-in-Law, Non-Sullen Teenager and New Baby!  Plus Grandma and Grandpa!  Lunatic Child enjoyed licking Stylish Sister's glass doors and smearing peanut butter on all available surfaces.  (Sorry about the mess!)  New Baby was precious and cuddly and roly poly.  He cried the entire time I babysat, which is about par for the course with me and Stylish Sister's offspring (Non-Sullen Teenager - I'm looking at you.  I still haven't forgiven you for crying THE ENTIRE TIME when I babysat you.  Once.)  Grandma brought Lunatic Child numerous noise making toys, which he adores.  Thanks Grandma.  I know a revenge purchase when I see it.

Fun Daddy enjoyed the holiday, right up to the time when he got LYME DISEASE.  Who knew it was on the West coast?  He developed a seriously nasty rash on his leg, and for a while it looked like the leg might actually. fall. off.  Copious quantities of antibiotics seem to have resolved the problem.  That's what he gets for going mountain biking.  So far Fun Daddy is 0 for 3 on mountain biking.  Recent expeditions have resulted in a serious concussion, getting lost and now Lyme Disease.  I think the Universe is trying to tell him something.

I went to my high school reunion whilst in Portland.  I am filing this under "weird".  Had a super pre-function day with Highly Glamorous Friend, who of course had organised hair and make up.  Yay!!   We also drank in the hotel room before hand, as you do when you're trying to re-create the high school experience.  Then we went to the reunion.  And that was just kind of weird.   It was different, and yet...  still so much sameness.  I am not sure we ever really evolve as much as we think we do.

Deep thought over.

Returning to NY, we re-immersed ourselves in NYC living, to which we are still adjusting.  Recent NY experiences include the following:

- realising that our local public preschool had 500 applications for 36 spaces last year.  Necessitating frantic internet search for private options.  Realising that I had ALREADY missed application window for start in the 2012-2013 school year.  Realising cost of private preschool is in the range of 7000 - 18,000 per year.  For PRESCHOOL.  I mean, come ON.  They're CUTTING PAPER.  This remains an open item on Harried Mum's to-do list.

- being run into on the street by woman who was completely not paying attention to surroundings, only to be told  angrily, "You could have got out of my way". 

- being stiff-armed by a mum in Lunatic Child's art class.  I went with him one day (this is a separate blog post of its own, as this was TOTAL DEBACLE) and introduced myself to one of the mums after the class as she lives in our building.  Was coolly told that I "might see her in the lobby sometime".  We are not organising a playdate with THEM any time soon.  Stylish Sister has suggested that she might not approve of Lunatic Child's lunatic behaviour, nor the fact that I am a Harried Working Mum.

So, as I said, still adjusting!!

We miss everyone and love you lots.