I haven't had much time for painting. Here is something I created on the computer for Toot's birthday invitations, which I've sent out last week.
This will be her first birthday party where we will invite her friends from her class. It's fun to see her face light up when we mention her birthday party. I - on the other hand- feel the pressure of commercialism trying to squeeze its way into our party. I was asked what "The Theme" of the party will be and I thought....Her Birthday?! That's what it is. I'm not going to fall into the trap of getting everything to match. It will be colorfully festive with a pinata (imagine, the accent mark over the n ), cake and balloons.
The Toot and I were in the car and while I was waiting for the traffic light to turn green I decided to ask her what kind of cake she wanted and she hollered out, "Chocolate!". I then asked her what kind of pinata she wanted and she hollered out, "Red!". Simple requests, I love it.
I'm just winging it and letting her decide what kind of pinata she wants at the pinata store. I was warned that she may fall in love with the pinata and cry when we have to beat the candy out of it. We'll see.
The little one has been keeping me busy and I've been a lot better at spending more time trying to figure out what causes the tantrums and how to handle them. I dusted off my books and read up on what goes on in the minds of the little people we love so much. It's reassuring to know that I'm not the only one who is going through the emotional battles. It's normal and she's on queue.
Here she is helping me make cookies. The little Angel. This shot lasted a minute until she discovered the sweet stuff at the end of the mixer blades.
So as you can see, I've been spending most of my time taking care of my girl. We've started a new class and we both love it. It's another Parent Education class and it's our first experience of being separated from each other (in a class setting) for about thirty minutes. She gets to play with her new friends while half of the mothers have discussion time, and the other half of mothers watch over them. She had no problem with this. It's obvious that she is ready to spread her wings. I was the one who felt the separation anxiety and it'll take me a while to get used to this format.
The paints and my painting will have to wait a little more before I can add another layer to my latest piece. It waits for me patiently on my table. Everyday I go to it and reassure myself.....I haven't forgotten my painting.