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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It's Somebody Else

Oh, those grandkids of mine.

Here's another blog about the antics of Audrey and Nolan:

Earlier today Audrey ran into my room huffing and puffing, slammed the door, and locked it (I was sitting on my bed writing an article). Within seconds, Nolan came knocking at the door, but Audrey held her position, hand on the knob, and refused to unlock the door or let him in.

"Audrey, unlock the door, please," I politely requested.

"No!" she panted, "He's trying to hit me with something."

Audrey is five and a half. Nolan just turned three. He has just recently learned that he now has power to cause fear in his sister and he enjoys exerting his newly-found power.

So I called through the door, "Nolan…" He kept knocking. "Nolan, you're not going to hit her with anything, are you?"

He continued knocking.

"Noooooollllllaaaaaaannnnnn…"

And he said, as he tried (unsuccessfully) to disguise his voice, "It's somebody else."

Silly boy!

Later, we found Nolan wrapped around the leg of the table sound asleep. We have a futon, a couch, a love seat, a sofa bed, several children's cots, a king sized bed, a full sized bed, and a set of bunk beds, but despite all of those choices, Nolan chose the floor under the table.