Bring About {art}: My serenity must resemble that of a monk

hmmm...

Not gonna lie, this blog is deep like a well, so just keep scrolling down :)

Thanks to my rad hubby I can officially say I am a stay-at-home mom (I've been an art teacher for 8 years, but made the leap to s-a-h-m) and I can't tell you how exciting that is to me...but I guess I'm sort of going to try. Through this blog.

I'm probably too sarcastic, too sensitive, too untidy, too honest, and I tend to tell people more than they care to know---conciseness is perhaps not my strong suit. The fact that I now have two blogs might also mean I'm a bit too narcissistic.

And in case you were wondering, my name is Brooke.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

My serenity must resemble that of a monk

Yesterday Ellis and I were doing some shopping when a trend began to emerge. It started when Ellis pointed at a four foot tall statue of a monk holding a bird and said, "Mama." It continued when she pointed to a two foot tall statue of a gnome and again called it, "Mama." At the next store she pointed repeatedly to a headless mannequin and said, "Mama."

What is she trying to tell me?

Typically she only points at me when she says Mama. So she either learned to call me in order to get my attention and show me such treasures as monk and gnome statues, and anomalies like headless people...or she was being a wise guy.