Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Little Funny, Little Sad

So I have been really bad about blogging this last week or two because I keep forgetting to charge the camera and have dead batteries, or do remember to charge the batteries but forget that my memory card is full. Silly Sarah.

I did want to share two things, though, and they really don't need pics, thank goodness.

1. Nadia now has her own room (again). My parents were finally able to sell their house after lots of drama involving floods, radon, and a family of mice, but it's DONE. They have also successfully bought their new house after more drama, including closing 2 weeks late because of lost paperwork, loan officers who thought they owned 2 other houses, and drainage problems. All has been resolved, and all is happy in their new home on the golf course.
Anyway.
The very afternoon they left, Nadia was moving everything back into her room, and even drew a picture for me to show what she needed and where it should go. This included a dresser, bed, small heart shaped rug, new bedspread, a lamp, and a picture on the wall. Very practical as well as imaginative, my Nadia. She also asked if we could paint. I told her that would have to wait, but was curious what shade of pink she would like on the walls, since none of the other bedroom stuff in her picture was pink, and pink is her favorite color. She told me she doesn't want pink in her new room. Or princesses. She is now too old for them. I was devastated.

2. Brandon has been having an issue with whining and crying whenever he doesn't get his way, and then whining and crying when he gets in trouble for it. Today, we were out running errands and I decided that they had done so well, we could stop for ice cream at McDonalds. The kids were very excited about this, until Brandon realized we were just getting ice cream, and not Happy Meals, or more importantly, no Happy Meal toys. He started to throw a fit, so his ice cream was taken from him. He asked me why. I told him I do not reward children who whine and cry. He then looked down at his empty, ice creamless section of table, and said in a very small, very pouty voice, "When I'm a parent, I will ALWAYS give my whining kids ice cream." So hard not to laugh, but keep a sober face at him.