First Art Class

For those of you who don't read Daddy's blog, you can find a brief post about Angie's first art class here.

The forty minute class was full of High Angela Drama. She didn't like the Opening Song and was so upset when her Daddy tried to sing along that she pinched his lips shut. Angie has recently reached a stage in which you can no longer just sing to her; You must sing a song of her choosing. Anything else will result in "No Sing! No Singing!" followed by screaming if you persist.

She didn't want to sit peacefully at the table; she wanted to run. She wanted food. When Her Daddy offered pretzels, she said, "No," then asked for "Pretzels."

She was okay once they started working with the clay so I have been asked by her Father to work with Angie and the Playdoh Grandma Rich brought on her last visit. He's hoping that will help acclimate her to the class. It can't hurt right?

She also did not like the closing song. This does not bode well for the class this Friday because the Instructor explained that they alternate music and art throughout the class. Her next class will involve music and I can't wait to see how she will handle forty minutes of singing songs other than Angie's' current musical rotation: "Sing," "Song in My Tummy" and the "Oobi" theme song with an occasional burst of "Baa Baa Black Sheep" or "Row Row Row Your Boat."

I'll be at class this week since we will be heading to PA immediately after class.