March is finally here. I have mixed feelings about March. On one hand it is the month that begins spring but on the other hand you have to wade through a lot of mud and slush to get there.
This is Henry killing time before heading out the door to do fast offerings. We got slammed with snow again so I managed to talk him into wearing his snow boots with his church clothes. I had to show him the group text with the other deacon parents to prove that other boys were bunding up too.
Our neighbor two houses down has been making good use of the snow by making huge snow sculptures. Last week it was a bison, this week an elephant. Since my kids are the only kids on the street, I'd like to think he makes them just for them.
At least it's pretty once in awhile.
And then came the rain. Rain on top of snow means lots of water in the gutters and street. Erica's friend gave her some rainboots and this was the perfect day to try them out. James is wearing snowboots and they both came in with sopping wet pants.
On Friday for some reason I'm still not sure of my kids had a day off of school. Justin also stayed home from work so we did pretty much the only thing you can do on a cold and wet day, go to a museum! Henry was not excited. "This is not what I want to do on my day off." Since what he wanted to do on his day off was watch TV I made him come. I wanted to see an exhibit at the BYU art museum.
The littles peering down into the portion of the library that extends underground.
So I like old things and I like art so I was kind of geeking out at this Souls and Sacraments exhibit. Most of the art was from Europe. Old+art+Europe=Awesome. I was unprepared for the level of fine art I was about to see. I've never been to a big fancy art museum anywhere so this was the coolest exhibit I've ever seen. I took a lot of photos of paintings but I'll just make a note of a few here.
Dutch golden age painting is my most favoritest era everrrrr. I don't know this artist but I like seeing a real painting from the era.
My heart about stopped with Justin pointed out this painting. We saw a Tanner painting on Antiques Roadshow and really liked it and looked up more of his work and I really like his style. Plus he's famous so I was not expecting to see one of his paintings in li'l ol' Provo.
My kids were a little thrown off by religious art done by people not of our religion. Halos, angels with wings, baby Jesus with adult proportions and face. It made for some interesting discussion about what we can learn about other religions through their art and also how art technique has evolved. I was busting out words I hadn't used since college. It was great. They even kind of listened.
"Kiddos, this is so old. And it's from Europe. It hung in a church forever ago." They got kind of tired of me saying things like that. But I didn't get tired of saying it. The painting below is the oldest one we found. Seven hundred years old!
After all the old fine art we wandered to another part of the museum where Justin found a little gem.
Looks just like Ichabod!
Speaking of old pictures, later that day my mom showed me this photograph of my dad and his brother and sister. He's the littlest one. Aren't they so cute?
I put away all the snow clothes today. Sure it will snow again and the forecast doesn't even have us out of the 40s yet but I by golly I am going to will us to spring! 40s actually feel nice. Will March stay true to form and go out like a lamb?