Lately I’ve been feeling a bit, how you say, trapped in the apartment. For some reason the stupid sky keeps dumping unrealistic amounts of snow on New York, and there have been days and days when I can’t really get the stroller through the Little-House-on-the-Prairie-style snowdrifts. It takes about forty minutes to convince-or-fight Harper into her outerwear, and I’m super tired and achy and loathe to slip around on icy sidewalks anyway. So we play inside. And we play inside some more. And we do art projects. And we bake things. And…you know. I guess I should feel lucky that she is a kid who will actually entertain herself inside and isn’t bouncing off the walls and/or begging for the playground. I mean, I do feel lucky. But still. Winter, come on. We can’t bake any more cookies! Our bellies will explode!
But this weekend we found a perfect entertainment: the open family art studio time at Hootenanny Art House. It’s just a few blocks away so we weren’t hampered by transportation snafus. And it was great. They had a few cute but not overly complicated projects they rotated through — painting and winter-in-Brooklyn collages — plus side stations stocked with chalk and play-doh. Weirdly, Harper was much more enthralled with the pretty pastel wads of smooth store-bought play-doh than she usually is with the plain stuff I make at home. Hm. She had a great time painting and pasting and of course, sitting and staring at other kids, which tends to be her modus operandi at things like this.
It looks like Hootenanny holds an open family art studio the last Saturday of every month, and I bet we’ll be back. The teacher, Kira, was warm and welcoming. There’s a suggested donation of $10-20 per family, which seems fair given the amount of supplies you can tear through. I kind of can’t believe we’re only discovering this now, but then again it’s only recently that Harper is really old enough to enjoy it, I think. Oh, and it’s officially all ages, although it seemed to be mostly occupied by the 2-4 set.
Afterwards she couldn’t stop talking about it. “Yittle girl CRYING!” She’ll say every once in a while, delightedly. “Need go home and take a NAP!” Okay, so watching another kid have a cranky fit passes for big entertainment around here. What? That’s life in the big city — very exciting.