Farewell, February. Hello, March.

It was a Barnes' Cultural Enrichment Saturday.  We started the day off at the Kimbell.  Little Miss was mildly impressed with my favorite pottery figure--the Japanese courtesan.  She's quite plump, has a crazy hair-do and wears slippers that look amazingly like bunny slippers.  What's not to love?  I think many of the figures in the permanent collection were a little too...scary for Little Miss. She did spend a lot of time studying the six-armed Indian statue of a Hindu god I've probably at one time known the name of.   But the stairwell beckoned and up we went.  And then she saw the doors leading out the back and into the park.  Out we went...catch ya later fine art!  I'm not sure if the above pose was inspired by the artwork, but it showed up often Saturday.

Like here.  Loverboy admired the building, Little Miss was ready to explore the outdoor environs of the museum. 

Will Rogers Coliseum tower in the background.  I love Fort Worth.  Not the least reason being it's the birthplace of my Cowtown Annie.

Outdoor sculpture-schmulture.  There were railroad ties to be walked.

Let it be known the installation in the sunken garden survived the Barnes' visit...despite our greatest attempts otherwise.  I'm happy to report she knew better than to try this inside the museum.  In fact, she was relatively well behaved.  Relatively.  I think they'll let us come back.

All the world is a playground.

She stuck the landing.

You can visit by clicking Kimbell.  But it won't be as much fun without us! 

Doing the splits...because she can.

I'm calling the visit a success. 

The next stop was the Amon Carter Museum.  I had high hopes for this one.  The art seems more accessible for a five year old--all the horses and cowboys.

My tactile two were impressed before we made it inside.  There are a lot of fossils in that limestone!

I think we should have snacked before museum number two.  We went through very quickly.  Not even impressed by the dogs we found in photos and paintings.  There was a group of children, homeschooled by the looks of 'em, quietly sitting in front of paintings, coloring their own masterpieces.  Oh, I have hope for the future.   Next time we'll strike a better balance between museuming, frolicking in the park, and noshing.  I did lose my "let the child explore and appreciate at her own pace" patience once, ONLY once, and drug her off to Parson Weems' Fable.  I was about to get all "teachy" and launch into a history lecture when she screwed her face up and asked why the little boy looked so old.  Mission accomplished.

Mama (?) Nockinbird bid us farewell.

And we wrapped up Cultural Enrichment Saturday at Olive Garden.

Topped off by hot fudge sundaes at Sonic.  True cultural enrichment.

Sunday was a more laid back art experience.  We painted our saltdough alphabet.  I think we need to make more letters.  She had fun spelling with them, but ran out of e's,  n's, etc.  Maybe a project for this weekend.

Then it was a Playground Sunday.  A ridiculously cold Playground Sunday.  But sparkly pink leggings apparently make one impervious to the cold.

Loverboy had good clearance for his swing leap.

I'm glad Little Miss displays caution...occasionally.

I have NEVER had a dog that could go off a leash and ALWAYS come as soon as you called her name.  I do now.

Molly made dinner tonight, clearly in a celebratory mood to welcome March.  Since it may well be the only time her oven is on this month, we skedaddled on over. Chicken pot pie AND homemade banana cake!  Yeah, she's done for the month.  Papa is doing well with his new knee.  Or at least doing well with the pain medication.  He starts physical therapy tomorrow.  Ouch.