This kids used to bathe together. But the constant bickering and the "MOM! Kael did this! MOM! Malia did that!" got to me so now they shower separately. Kael goes in the kids' bathroom and Malia is in mine. I go back and forth between the two bathrooms to brush teeth and soap up in addition to making sure they aren't trying to make their own bubble bath with the shampoo pump. (Yes, I caught them doing this a couple of times with my expensive shampoo.) I consider bathtime as my mini-aerobics work-out.
Malia's newest thing is asking for 2 more minutes. It's kind of cute. She will ask that I get Kael out first and give her two more minutes. I'm OK with this as Kael is pretty self-sufficient. I help dry him and then he's able to lotion up and dress himself while I take care of Malia. This shaves off a few minutes.
Tonight, I had the 3 kids on my own so Malia got a little more than 2 extra minutes. By the time I was ready for her, it was more like 6 minutes. I holler into the bathroom that her minutes were up and I was coming in for her so please do a final rinse. I get what I think is a "Mommy, I made an ocean!" from her.
I wasn't sure I heard right and quite frankly, with Taede hollering because he was so tired and Kael going on about his bakugans, I didn't pay much attention. I grab her towel and she's now talking about how she's a mermaid, going diving in her ocean. I open the shower door and she's flat on her back on the bottom of the shower stall, stretched out. Floating.
She took a cup, turned it over and plugged the drain. There was about 4 inches of water pooled in the stall and she just small enough to fit lengthwise.
"Look Mommy! I made an ocean! I'm a mermaid and I'm diving!"
I need to make sure I really stick with that 2 minute mark otherwise her ocean is going to flood over. If that happens I will consider the backyard hose for future showers.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Nature or Nurture?
Either way, my kids are screwed when it comes to fashion sense.
A couple of years ago I made a blog post named What Happens When Dad Dresses the Kids. In the two years since, Truong really hasn't changed much in his style: grab whatever's on top of the pile and on the right side of the closet. Sometimes it works, most times it doesn't. Kael unfortunately is the biggest victim since boys' clothes are 99% of the time separates, wholly dependent on the dresser to find a somewhat coordinating piece. Malia at least will have outfits that are meant to go together. And I know my husband enough to hang her outfit pieces together on the same hanger. All he basically has to do is get undies for her and sometimes socks if she chooses to wear sneakers.
"How much simpler can that be?" you ask.
Pre-coordinated outfit on a hanger.
Panties.
Socks.
Easy as cake.
Apparently, when it comes to Dad, dressing the kids is not as simple as it sounds.
On Friday, Malia wore a coordinating capris outfit. Very cute. Very girly. Very springtime-y. We headed to Costco and all Truong had to do was put on her socks as she wanted to wear her light-up shoes.
Socks. That's all. Just plain socks.
I don't know what Truong was thinking or seeing.... but he put on Malia long socks and hiked them up until they reached the bottom of the hem of the pants she was wearing.
Let me remind you again that she's wearing capris.
Yes. Capris.
The poor girl was showing about 4.5 inches of sock from her capris to her sneakers. Talk about Eurkle to the extreme.
My poor kids.
A couple of years ago I made a blog post named What Happens When Dad Dresses the Kids. In the two years since, Truong really hasn't changed much in his style: grab whatever's on top of the pile and on the right side of the closet. Sometimes it works, most times it doesn't. Kael unfortunately is the biggest victim since boys' clothes are 99% of the time separates, wholly dependent on the dresser to find a somewhat coordinating piece. Malia at least will have outfits that are meant to go together. And I know my husband enough to hang her outfit pieces together on the same hanger. All he basically has to do is get undies for her and sometimes socks if she chooses to wear sneakers.
"How much simpler can that be?" you ask.
Pre-coordinated outfit on a hanger.
Panties.
Socks.
Easy as cake.
Apparently, when it comes to Dad, dressing the kids is not as simple as it sounds.
On Friday, Malia wore a coordinating capris outfit. Very cute. Very girly. Very springtime-y. We headed to Costco and all Truong had to do was put on her socks as she wanted to wear her light-up shoes.
Socks. That's all. Just plain socks.
I don't know what Truong was thinking or seeing.... but he put on Malia long socks and hiked them up until they reached the bottom of the hem of the pants she was wearing.
Let me remind you again that she's wearing capris.
Yes. Capris.
The poor girl was showing about 4.5 inches of sock from her capris to her sneakers. Talk about Eurkle to the extreme.
My poor kids.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
How do I explain this?
We get a lot of birds in the yard. One time we even had one crash into the slider. Scared the crap out of me. A couple of weeks ago, I decided to get a bird feeder so the kids can watch the birds eat. Eventually I'd like to get a bird bath, but for now watching the birds flit around the yard is good enough. Even Taede enjoys watching them.
The feeder:
Bird watching is so enjoyable and relaxing. I've noticed more birds singing during the day so there's that element too. Kael dug up his binoculars and he's getting a kick out of watching the birds really up close. We even get a couple of doves pecking at the seeds on the ground.
Like I said, very relaxing and enjoyable.
Until this afternoon:
Can you see what I'm seeing? I noticed a mass of gray stuff on the ground this afternoon and upon closer inspection, I realized the gray stuff was actually a bunch of FEATHERS!!
Holy crap!! Something caught a bird and ate it!! I frantically looked around, hoping to not see a carcass, thanking my lucky stars the kids were still in the house. I didn't see anything, but I didn't look quite as carefully as I would have liked either. I had to beat feet it back into the house before the kids wanted out.
So now I don't know what to do. Do we keep the feeder, feeding the birds but at the same time making them, well... sitting ducks for a predator?
Ugh. I feel so guilty.
The feeder:
Bird watching is so enjoyable and relaxing. I've noticed more birds singing during the day so there's that element too. Kael dug up his binoculars and he's getting a kick out of watching the birds really up close. We even get a couple of doves pecking at the seeds on the ground.
Like I said, very relaxing and enjoyable.
Until this afternoon:
Can you see what I'm seeing? I noticed a mass of gray stuff on the ground this afternoon and upon closer inspection, I realized the gray stuff was actually a bunch of FEATHERS!!
Holy crap!! Something caught a bird and ate it!! I frantically looked around, hoping to not see a carcass, thanking my lucky stars the kids were still in the house. I didn't see anything, but I didn't look quite as carefully as I would have liked either. I had to beat feet it back into the house before the kids wanted out.
So now I don't know what to do. Do we keep the feeder, feeding the birds but at the same time making them, well... sitting ducks for a predator?
Ugh. I feel so guilty.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
That's not cool.
Lately my kids have been really picky about their clothes. Malia is a given. It's Kael that's surprising me. And it's not his clothes that he's picky about. It's his underwear.
Morning time is a madhouse plus zoo with all the animals let out at my house. I like to prep the night before to shave off some time (like prepping lunch and laying out clothes). The past couple of months Kael's requested to pick out his underwear. Sure, I think. This is good; he's interested in what he's wearing. I had fears that he'd be the odd dressed kid once I set him loose in society as an autonomous being. The interesting thing is he's only interested in his underwear. He doesn't care about anything else. But still, it's a start.
Yesterday as I laid out his clothes again, I grabbed with first pair of undies on top of the clean pile. This batch of undies came mostly from Gymboree, with a few Hanes featuring his favorite characters, like Star Wars and Power Rangers. Gymboree is one of the nicer, pricier brands. They are nice and thick and soft. Designs of different dogs for each day of the week. He was in the shower so I did the honors. He came out, saw what I picked, and gave me a serious look, like he was carefully picking out his words.
Kael: Mom... I don't like the dog underwear.
Me: Why? You still fit them. They are nice and soft! Very comfortable.
He picks up the Bulldog underwear like it's got stains on it.
Kael: Mom... (he hesitates) I don't want to wear the dogs. They are not cool.
He said this carefully like he didn't want to hurt my feelings.
And then he gave me that universal look all kids give to their uncool, clueless parents. I recognize it because it's the same exact look I gave to my parents.
I never would have thought it, and it pains me to think it now... But evidently I am the uncool parent I vowed I'd never be.
Morning time is a madhouse plus zoo with all the animals let out at my house. I like to prep the night before to shave off some time (like prepping lunch and laying out clothes). The past couple of months Kael's requested to pick out his underwear. Sure, I think. This is good; he's interested in what he's wearing. I had fears that he'd be the odd dressed kid once I set him loose in society as an autonomous being. The interesting thing is he's only interested in his underwear. He doesn't care about anything else. But still, it's a start.
Yesterday as I laid out his clothes again, I grabbed with first pair of undies on top of the clean pile. This batch of undies came mostly from Gymboree, with a few Hanes featuring his favorite characters, like Star Wars and Power Rangers. Gymboree is one of the nicer, pricier brands. They are nice and thick and soft. Designs of different dogs for each day of the week. He was in the shower so I did the honors. He came out, saw what I picked, and gave me a serious look, like he was carefully picking out his words.
Kael: Mom... I don't like the dog underwear.
Me: Why? You still fit them. They are nice and soft! Very comfortable.
He picks up the Bulldog underwear like it's got stains on it.
Kael: Mom... (he hesitates) I don't want to wear the dogs. They are not cool.
He said this carefully like he didn't want to hurt my feelings.
And then he gave me that universal look all kids give to their uncool, clueless parents. I recognize it because it's the same exact look I gave to my parents.
I never would have thought it, and it pains me to think it now... But evidently I am the uncool parent I vowed I'd never be.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Captive audience
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Monday, March 23, 2009
Taede Overload
Since I had my little camera handy, I decided to take some more videos of my little man.
This one is of his new skills: rolling from back to front. Interestingly, he mastered this skill with greater ease than front to back. He's pretty good at it considering he only learned it about a day and a half ago. He already lodged himself under my desk and got partially under the bed. Better dust off that baby gate this weekend...
Here's Taede getting mugged by Malia and Kael. This is typical of the bigger kids whenever Taede is within their reach, i.e. lying prone on the floor at their mercy. Malia is especially "bad" with giving him too much loving. It's so cute that I have to keep an eagle eye on her.
This one is of his new skills: rolling from back to front. Interestingly, he mastered this skill with greater ease than front to back. He's pretty good at it considering he only learned it about a day and a half ago. He already lodged himself under my desk and got partially under the bed. Better dust off that baby gate this weekend...
Here's Taede getting mugged by Malia and Kael. This is typical of the bigger kids whenever Taede is within their reach, i.e. lying prone on the floor at their mercy. Malia is especially "bad" with giving him too much loving. It's so cute that I have to keep an eagle eye on her.
The Feeding, Part 2
Here's a video of me feeding Taede.
Well... actually it's a video of me trying to feed Taede.
It's worrisome that at his second feeding he's already got the avoidance moves down pat.
Well... actually it's a video of me trying to feed Taede.
It's worrisome that at his second feeding he's already got the avoidance moves down pat.
Kael's Trophy
And so am I!
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Friday, March 20, 2009
Daddy's Little Girl
Friday nights are typically Kael's sleep-over nights at Grandma's. The house is insanely quiet -- it's kinda spooky. Malia gets our undivided attention and so far she's not mentioned anything negative about not going to Grandma's too. The only comment she made was a "I want my Big Brother with me." However, she goes to bed fine alone and makes no fuss or shows signs of being scared, sleeping alone.
Daddy came home early-ish today and wanted to take her to Toys R Us to get a new toy. I don't know what's afflicted him, but for lack of a better term, I'll call it Daddy Blindness. When he mentioned that he wanted to take her to get a new toy, he added the comment that only Kael gets new toys now. Malia gets nothing. It's not fair.
Are you freaking kidding me?? The girl has got every princess made (she's missing Mulan and that's just because Disney hasn't made one yet), a castle, a treasure trove of princess outfits with coordinating bling and shoes, several tutus, a fully stocked kitchen and a tea set for 4. That's just the stuff downstairs that she plays with regularly.
Okaaay. So Daddy and his girl head off to Toys R Us while Mommy and her little man take a bath.
I come out from putting Taede down and Malia comes running out from the den, super excited about the toy Daddy bought for her:
Are you seeing that clearly? Dad bought Malia (who's not yet 3 years old), a make-up kit. From Barbie.
????!!!!!!
Despite my disbelief at Dad's judgment call, it was very sweet to see how excited Malia was. She of course did not know how to use the make-up since I hardly ever wear the stuff myself. She liked it for the comb and hair dryer. She thought it was a hair dresser kit and used the make-up as such (running the make-up brushes through my hair, etc.). I was torn between (a) letting her play in her innocence and (b) showing her the proper way of using the kit before her imaginary play got set in stone and thus running the risk of having her get teased in school.
Knowing my children's propensity for really getting onto their imaginations, I opted to show her how to use the kit.
So we had a makeover with Malia before bedtime until Mom and Dad were (finally) declared beautiful and fancy (a la Fancy Nancy, the book). Packed her off into bed with a story (princess of course) and hopefully sleep will come soon. Last I checked, she hauled the kit back into bed and hid it under her pillow.
Oh boy. We're in for some trouble with her.
Daddy came home early-ish today and wanted to take her to Toys R Us to get a new toy. I don't know what's afflicted him, but for lack of a better term, I'll call it Daddy Blindness. When he mentioned that he wanted to take her to get a new toy, he added the comment that only Kael gets new toys now. Malia gets nothing. It's not fair.
Are you freaking kidding me?? The girl has got every princess made (she's missing Mulan and that's just because Disney hasn't made one yet), a castle, a treasure trove of princess outfits with coordinating bling and shoes, several tutus, a fully stocked kitchen and a tea set for 4. That's just the stuff downstairs that she plays with regularly.
Okaaay. So Daddy and his girl head off to Toys R Us while Mommy and her little man take a bath.
I come out from putting Taede down and Malia comes running out from the den, super excited about the toy Daddy bought for her:
Are you seeing that clearly? Dad bought Malia (who's not yet 3 years old), a make-up kit. From Barbie.
????!!!!!!
Despite my disbelief at Dad's judgment call, it was very sweet to see how excited Malia was. She of course did not know how to use the make-up since I hardly ever wear the stuff myself. She liked it for the comb and hair dryer. She thought it was a hair dresser kit and used the make-up as such (running the make-up brushes through my hair, etc.). I was torn between (a) letting her play in her innocence and (b) showing her the proper way of using the kit before her imaginary play got set in stone and thus running the risk of having her get teased in school.
Knowing my children's propensity for really getting onto their imaginations, I opted to show her how to use the kit.
So we had a makeover with Malia before bedtime until Mom and Dad were (finally) declared beautiful and fancy (a la Fancy Nancy, the book). Packed her off into bed with a story (princess of course) and hopefully sleep will come soon. Last I checked, she hauled the kit back into bed and hid it under her pillow.
Oh boy. We're in for some trouble with her.
Poop Watch -- Day 4
We are on Day 4 of no pooping for Taede. Beats me why he's suddenly not pooping when it was a regular occurrence before. He's farting great so I would hazard a guess and assume nothing's blocking him. They are pretty beefy farts too so I don't want to know what's going on in his gut.
Since he's a few days shy of 6 months old, I figured I'd start him on solids now (baby oatmeal) with the hopes that the extra fiber will get his plumbing moving. And to really speed things up, rather than mixing the baby oatmeal with plain water or breast milk, I'd mix it with diluted prune juice.
I can hear Shana's words floating in my head now: "Just when you least expect it, he's going to have a massive poop and you'll have shit from ankles to neck with no wipes or extra diaper in sight. Just wait, Sonya!"
Sheesh. Talk about a Little Miss Sunshine.
Anyway, I had Truong take pictures and here's the pictorial of Taede's first solids meal.
Sitting quietly, knowing there's something going on, but not sure what.
"Whatever it is, I don't want it. It's not a boob -- get it out of my mouth!"
Tasting it. Letting it roll around in his mouth.
"Oh man! Another one?!"
"Mom! What the hell is this crap you're feeding me?!"
"No more. I don't want anymore!"
"I mean it: No. More. And get that camera out of my face! Feeding time is over. Give me a boob!"
Since he's a few days shy of 6 months old, I figured I'd start him on solids now (baby oatmeal) with the hopes that the extra fiber will get his plumbing moving. And to really speed things up, rather than mixing the baby oatmeal with plain water or breast milk, I'd mix it with diluted prune juice.
I can hear Shana's words floating in my head now: "Just when you least expect it, he's going to have a massive poop and you'll have shit from ankles to neck with no wipes or extra diaper in sight. Just wait, Sonya!"
Sheesh. Talk about a Little Miss Sunshine.
Anyway, I had Truong take pictures and here's the pictorial of Taede's first solids meal.
Sitting quietly, knowing there's something going on, but not sure what.
"Whatever it is, I don't want it. It's not a boob -- get it out of my mouth!"
Tasting it. Letting it roll around in his mouth.
"Oh man! Another one?!"
"Mom! What the hell is this crap you're feeding me?!"
"No more. I don't want anymore!"
"I mean it: No. More. And get that camera out of my face! Feeding time is over. Give me a boob!"
Monday, March 16, 2009
The Soul of Generosity
Every chance we get, we try to teach the kids empathy and giving to those who don't have as much. Kael understands this much more than Malia.
On Sunday Truong had a weird craving for McDonald's so that's where we headed for lunch. Sadly, the kids know that they get a lunch with a toy. Even more sad is those cheap plastic toys are the toys that they play with the most. Strange but true. Like every Mom in the known universe, I'm constantly thinning out their toy stash by tossing out junk stuff that they get from -- you guessed it -- places like McDonald's. Our donut lady collects un-opened McD's toys to give to CHOC kids so I figured this would be a good lesson in charity. You know, give away that toy for a child who's sick and doesn't have enough money to buy toys.
Kael: Why don't they have money?
Me: Sometimes their moms and dads work hard to make money, but it's not enough.
Kael: Did they waste it?
Me: No, they didn't waste it. Seeing the doctor is expensive. Sometimes it takes a lot of money to get better. So they don't have any money left to buy things like toys for the sick kids. It would be very nice to give those sick kids the toys that you don't need or don't play with anymore. Like the toys from lunch. You have a lot of toys at home so you don't need those toys too.
Kael thinks about it, then says: OK. That's a good idea.
I'm not surprised by his answer because he has a very giving, very gentle soul. But just in case, I hope the Happy Meal toy is lame so he's not tempted to keep it.
We go through the drive-thru and head home when he mentions donating toys again.
Kael: Hey Mom? Malia has a lot of toys she doesn't play with. We should give her toys to the sick kids. I play with all my toys but Malia doesn't. And she has a lot of toys.
Oh, yeah. He's very giving alright.
On Sunday Truong had a weird craving for McDonald's so that's where we headed for lunch. Sadly, the kids know that they get a lunch with a toy. Even more sad is those cheap plastic toys are the toys that they play with the most. Strange but true. Like every Mom in the known universe, I'm constantly thinning out their toy stash by tossing out junk stuff that they get from -- you guessed it -- places like McDonald's. Our donut lady collects un-opened McD's toys to give to CHOC kids so I figured this would be a good lesson in charity. You know, give away that toy for a child who's sick and doesn't have enough money to buy toys.
Kael: Why don't they have money?
Me: Sometimes their moms and dads work hard to make money, but it's not enough.
Kael: Did they waste it?
Me: No, they didn't waste it. Seeing the doctor is expensive. Sometimes it takes a lot of money to get better. So they don't have any money left to buy things like toys for the sick kids. It would be very nice to give those sick kids the toys that you don't need or don't play with anymore. Like the toys from lunch. You have a lot of toys at home so you don't need those toys too.
Kael thinks about it, then says: OK. That's a good idea.
I'm not surprised by his answer because he has a very giving, very gentle soul. But just in case, I hope the Happy Meal toy is lame so he's not tempted to keep it.
We go through the drive-thru and head home when he mentions donating toys again.
Kael: Hey Mom? Malia has a lot of toys she doesn't play with. We should give her toys to the sick kids. I play with all my toys but Malia doesn't. And she has a lot of toys.
Oh, yeah. He's very giving alright.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Don't park your cars on the street...
Because Kael is on TWO WHEELS!!
Biking with Dad:
He's still a little wobbly so I am pretty breathless watching him, waiting for a huge crash. But so far so good: he hasn't fallen (yet?). And he's got the most important part down: the brakes.
Or at least he does now. I missed him crashing into Truong's car earlier.
Biking with Dad:
He's still a little wobbly so I am pretty breathless watching him, waiting for a huge crash. But so far so good: he hasn't fallen (yet?). And he's got the most important part down: the brakes.
Or at least he does now. I missed him crashing into Truong's car earlier.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
The Wild Animal Park
We spent a gorgeous Saturday at the Wild Animal Park with our good friends from college Crystal and Jimmy Tang. The kids had a great time and Truong certainly got a good workout pushing the stroller. The kids were pretty good -- I don't think they scared Crystal and Jimmy enough to swear off children forever.
The scary moment for me was when we were watching the elephants. One of them was obviously male. After the abbreviated discussion about Kael's "sacky thing" a few nights ago, I rushed our group onto the next exhibit, before Kael caught site of the elephant's ginormous sacky thing and start asking questions about size differences.
Not something I want to dive into, thank you very much.
MARTY!!
MELVIN!!
You have to know the movie Madagascar to get that, by the way. The running argument between the kids was Malia wanting to see Alex the Lion and Kael insisting that Alex is not real.
The look on Malia's face is priceless. Ever since that damn beetle incident, she's afraid of anything that moves. Between her fears, Kael's Bug Love and silk worm season coming up, life is going to be grand at our house.
I don't know what happened to this poor lorikeet but Crystal calls him the Mange Lorikeet. I hope it's not contagious.
Crystal and Taede. I need to put a Baby Lo-Jack on him around Crystal otherwise I'll go home one less child.
Thanks for meeting up with us, Tangs! We had a great time. Kael's already asked to go to the Zoo next with you guys.
The scary moment for me was when we were watching the elephants. One of them was obviously male. After the abbreviated discussion about Kael's "sacky thing" a few nights ago, I rushed our group onto the next exhibit, before Kael caught site of the elephant's ginormous sacky thing and start asking questions about size differences.
Not something I want to dive into, thank you very much.
MARTY!!
MELVIN!!
You have to know the movie Madagascar to get that, by the way. The running argument between the kids was Malia wanting to see Alex the Lion and Kael insisting that Alex is not real.
The look on Malia's face is priceless. Ever since that damn beetle incident, she's afraid of anything that moves. Between her fears, Kael's Bug Love and silk worm season coming up, life is going to be grand at our house.
I don't know what happened to this poor lorikeet but Crystal calls him the Mange Lorikeet. I hope it's not contagious.
Crystal and Taede. I need to put a Baby Lo-Jack on him around Crystal otherwise I'll go home one less child.
Thanks for meeting up with us, Tangs! We had a great time. Kael's already asked to go to the Zoo next with you guys.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
My Artist
I like to think that I'm a pretty involved mom in my kids' lives. I like to think that I know all that's going on, who they are friends with, who they aren't friends with, what they are into, their likes, their dislikes... Since Kael's in school full-time, I feel my involvement in his life is not so there anymore. He's developing another life outside of the home, getting another persona -- Kael the Kindergartner -- in addition to the Kael I know. Most of the time I think this is cool. I want him to become his own person, who's strong and caring and knows his own mind. Other times I'm sad that he's growing up so fast. I want to be his "Mommy" a little while longer.
This growth or independence in Kael's life is very obvious when he brings home work from school. Most of the time it's the usual schoolwork that I always see. Once in a while, he brings home work that amazes me and hits me in the heart that he's got his own thing going on when he leaves my Mom Orbit that still has Malia and Taede in its gravitational pull.
One of the classes he has at school is Art. In my mind, I envision finger painting, some water color, some acrylic. Kind of Curious George stuff where they have fun and do abstract stuff. I never imagined this:
In addition to making art, they are also learning about art. Kael told me this kind of art is called Impressionism. Additionally, the artist who originally painted this work, Mr. Monet (I swear that's what Kael said "Mister Monet") is "dead now, and his house is a museum that you can go inside and visit, and can we go there sometime?"
I was floored. Or maybe I'm hanging out too much with Malia and Taede that my expectations for Kael are still at the "2 Years Old and Under" range. Anyway, I can't decide if Kael's work is a reproduction of Mr. Monet's The Artist's Garden At Giverny:
Or his Field of Poppies at Vetheuil.
Another piece of art by Kael:
which I think kind of looks like Mr. Monet's Water Lilies:
This growth or independence in Kael's life is very obvious when he brings home work from school. Most of the time it's the usual schoolwork that I always see. Once in a while, he brings home work that amazes me and hits me in the heart that he's got his own thing going on when he leaves my Mom Orbit that still has Malia and Taede in its gravitational pull.
One of the classes he has at school is Art. In my mind, I envision finger painting, some water color, some acrylic. Kind of Curious George stuff where they have fun and do abstract stuff. I never imagined this:
In addition to making art, they are also learning about art. Kael told me this kind of art is called Impressionism. Additionally, the artist who originally painted this work, Mr. Monet (I swear that's what Kael said "Mister Monet") is "dead now, and his house is a museum that you can go inside and visit, and can we go there sometime?"
I was floored. Or maybe I'm hanging out too much with Malia and Taede that my expectations for Kael are still at the "2 Years Old and Under" range. Anyway, I can't decide if Kael's work is a reproduction of Mr. Monet's The Artist's Garden At Giverny:
Or his Field of Poppies at Vetheuil.
Another piece of art by Kael:
which I think kind of looks like Mr. Monet's Water Lilies:
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