Toddlers and Art Appreciation or Matisse and potty training

I often meet up with a girlfriend to go into the city during the week. There is often a few fun things on plus being out of suburbia brightens my mood and saves me from feeling being overwhelmed from the suburban mum park-itius.

Miss s is a huge fan of public art, specifically sculpture.  Having a toddler has given me a new appreciation for my surroundings. Who knew Perth had so many amazing public sculptures!

Miss s loves the frog who lives in the little sound park next to the city museum.

This is miss s' favourite sculpture.  It is Der Rufer (The Caller) by Gerhard Marcks.  She loves his feet and toes and how he had both hands around his mouth shouting. Sometimes at night after our bath time we look look at the photos we have taken that day.  This statue was specifically requested.

 

My personal favourite? 

You know your child is understanding some concept of potty training when she labels a Matisse nude going "potty" (at the top of her voice as only a toddler can). 

The security guard was in a fit of giggles. 

Sweetie

My sweet girl, you have seriously dived head first into the "terrible toddler" years. It has been a little exhausting for both of us. As a little baby, your arsenic hour was not late afternoon but rather early morning and so it continues in your toddler years. Some mornings,  I am ready for hard liquor by 9am (which makes me think of my past life in Praha).  

The past two weeks have been hard if I am honest. You have morphed from an easy going little bubby to a little girl with serious attitude. Your frowns and jutting lips were sweet at first but I have learned to grow a little weary of them in quite a short a time. I can see that I am about to learn some lessons in patience. As are you, my love.

We went to Landsdale School Farm today. Your delight in seeing first hand the animals you read so much about almost broke my heart. And at $5 for the two of us, this is an outing we will be able to do often.  After you are in bed at night, I down load these photos from my camera and I show your dad/ upload to fb/ send to relatives or simply look at them and say to myself.

 "She is happy. I am doing a good job being her mama". *

*because sometimes in the midst or in the aftermath of the screaming of the toddler tantrums and being a first time mama, it is necessary to reassure myself of this