Harry's Blue Period

Today was Harry's first art class. I left Charlotte with Roxana so that he and I could have a special mother-son date. And it was a good one. Our teacher, Miss Julie, was a bit on the rigid side ("if your toddler can't sit quietly during story time, please leave the room." I'm relieved to report Harry behaved!), but the class seemed super-fun for Harry and the other kids, who were encouraged to dive into the the paints and "express themselves." Harry revealed a little of his personality by painting inside the valleys of an egg carton (and only inside the valleys of the egg carton). Which leads me to wonder if i'll be ironing his underpants in a year or two. I was totally amused. He was joined by two of his friends -- Morgan and Luke, who together sprinkled salt on their seascapes and adorned them with shredded paper.

After Harry put the finishing touches on his work, he began painting himself: his hands, his arms, his face. We're pretty free-wheeling with the paints at our home, but I gotta say it was nice to let someone else's space get filty. Made it fun for me too. If anyone would like to purchase one of our son's masterworks, I'm happy to oblige. An original Harry is currently going for the cost of one semester at UVa.