Neko’s recent affinity for stacka (stickers) and calling out colors (everything is blue, pink or purple) has us seeking out creative adventures in the snow filled weekends.
We went into to the Children’s Museum of the Arts last week to bring out the artistic spirit of our child: chalk tables means drawing bubbles and cookies for neko; tempra paints means using blue and yellow only and making ink trees got me all dizzy and silly:
The lower level play area had a giant exercise ball pit, where I think I had more fun than neko, if possible:
We finally dragged ourselves away, wet paint in our hair, homemade playdough in our finger nails and a really tired child in our midsts:
Part Time Work = Fridays off hanging with neko
Trying to raise a cultured child = Go to Park Avenue Armory to check out the Ernesto Neto magical installation
Child screeching like a 4 year old at a birthday party with too much sugar = Happy Neko
These pictures really can’t convey how happy and excited neko was.
We walked in and it was as if the giant labyrinth of stocking material sculptures hanging from the ceiling had been created just for her. I stood back (not true, I chased her the whole time) and watched with pride at how big and confident and happy she is exploring and being free.
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What’s the best way to schlep around your baby?
We clearly don’t know. The past months have seen a variety of baby carriers - all purchased (also loaned, handed down and gifted) with our hard earned money. We got the prerequisite bjorn (with winter cover thingy), we got four slings in different colors and sizes, we have two hiking back packs and now we have this new thing called an ergo. A must have for the Brooklyn based hipster family (along with limited edition sneakers and a rock t-shirt and a cute Asian friend-yes, we can check all those off, can you?). Let’s not mention the strollers and car seats.
As neko reaches the 20 pound mark (probably more now) I figure throwing her over my shoulder, wrapping her in masking tape and running real fast will be the only way to go!
Neko had her month day, a term her genius father developed for the monthly birthdays we like to make a big deal of.
We celebrated her month day by schlepping her to the newly renovated Brooklyn Children’s Museum, the first silver LEED museum in the country. (I am studying for LEED certification so this was uber cool)
Neko got to touch, feel, probe, grab and shove into her mouth nearly every object and surface in the place, including the super cool hand puppets and other babies shoes. She had loads of fun, as did her parents, who marveled at the totally child oriented exhibits (what does that say about us). Everything is designed for disaster and mischief minded children. Neko is now well into Miss Detsructo mode herself.
Happy Seventh Month Birth Day!!!
When we first had neko and registered for baby items, I swore that everything she had would be minimal and cool.
Her room was an exercise in tasteful restraint, as were her clothing. Everything else seemed to be designed by color blind mentally challenged midgets. And don’t get me started about the color pink.
We have officially succumbed to color chaos. Neko loves being in this ridiculously obnoxious music lights toys and thingies overloaded object (takes up half our bedroom floor) called an exersaucer (sounds like something from a horror film, and looks like it too).
I think all the speeches peter gave her about developing her own personal sense of style have yet to come to fruition. She adores this thing.
