Do Unto Others As You Did Unto Their Sisters

On August 7th of this year, I practically gave an award to one of my granddaughters for her artistic achievement. Audrey drew a picture of a pirate ship and I wrote about it in a blog entitled, Great Job, Audrey! (If you click the link you can see it).

Nolan found out about the blog and erroneously assumed that I loved her more than I did him. Isn't that whole, "she (or he) loves you more" comment supposed to be saved for Mom or Dad? 

Anyway, Nolan is 5 years old (Audrey is 7 and will turn 8 just before Halloween). And yes, Nolan, I am as proud of your artwork as I am of Audrey's. 

Can anybody guess what Nolan drew in this picture? I guessed it right away. SpongeBob, of course!

Congratulations, Nolan, you did an awesome job!

And now a note to all of my other grandchildren and great grandchildren – your parents get upset with me for blogging about them. I do anyway (ha ha ha ha ha), but I disguise their names to protect the innocent (me). So I would LOVE for you to tell me what you've done or said, so I can blog about you too.

By the way, Nolan, I did blog about you in my Your Weird Dreams blog. If you missed Vivid Dreams Disappear Over Time, click the link. I loooooove you!

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Trying to Watch American Idol With Two Spinning Children

Every Tuesday, because my daughter Brittney is home from work, we watch taped episodes of American Idol that we missed from the week before. On Tuesday night, another episode of American Idol appears, so we have to get ourselves updated on the progress of the show in order to watch the new one on time.

But the way we have to watch the show is probably somewhat different from the way everybody else watches the show. Because between my television set and my couch spin two small children who sing, dance, and put on their own American Idol auditions. Audrey and Nolan also love making themselves dizzy repeatedly and flopping to the floor in front of us.

You might think I live in a one room apartment where they have no other place to play, but you would be wrong. My mobile home has a living room, a dining room, a family room, and four bedrooms. My living room, where my television is located, is a good size. Of all the places in my home, the one place the kids decide to dance, sing, and spin out of control, is located between the television set and the couch where my daughter and I sit to watch American Idol.

So last Tuesday, while I was watching an episode from the week before, instead of repeatedly asking the kids to perform their little antics in another room, I watched them instead of American Idol.

Nolan (2.5 years old) held two tiny books in one hand and one tiny book in his other hand as he held out his arms and stared at the one book while he spun round and round. When he could no longer stand, he fell to the floor and watched the room spin around him. Audrey (5) spun faster than her brother and fell to the floor more quickly. Sometimes they fell on top of each other and laughed uproariously when that happened.

I watched my daughter move her head from one side to the other as she attempted to watch American Idol around her children, oblivious to the fact that they were spinning out of control in front of her. My grandchildren were unaware that I was watching them.

At this point I had to ask myself to define entertainment. After all, I was quite amused that my grandchildren were performing acrobatics in the very spot that blocked our view to the television set, and I was equally entertained by American Idol.

I felt as if I were at my own home circus. Where else could I be doubly entertained?

(photo is of Audrey and Nolan at Christmastime wearing their SpongeBob pajamas)

Never Guess What Your Child's Artwork Is Supposed To Be

We love sidewalk chalk, so every year I buy a big box of it and on the first nice day of Spring we grab our favorite color and start drawing.

Audrey was so excited about her drawing. "Look Grandma! Look what I made."

"A ladder?" I asked, making a huge fuss over it.

Her shoulders dropped.

Oh, no. I've done it again. I've ruined her excitement.

And then in typical 4-year old fashion, she shook her head slightly and sighed. "It's SpongeBob!"

That was going to be my next guess.