Month: September 2008

Nadia is ready to rumble with her backpack and boots and I had to snap a photo. The Wonderful part is that the little one I mentor is STILL at the school – we think there might have been a name mix up. WOO HOO!! I am so excited that we will get to spend this school year together. And I found this out by going to his mom’s work to see if they had moved or not. P.S. I am not really a stalker, I just had to know. 🙂

I love this one of her checking out the hospital bed!

My dad had back fusion surgery on Friday morning, so we made the drive down to Houston to be with him and Grandma Brooke this weekend. Even though the surgery went well, he will be there a couple more days because the surgery itself was so invasive. They found that the damage was much worse than the test showed, but now he has 4 shiny new screws and a bionic disc in his back 🙂 We made many trips to the hospital Nadia would say, “Papa. Boo boo?!?” And we would say, “Yes, Papa has a boo boo and we are going to visit him.” She was a hit with all the nurses on my dad’s floor just being her cute little self. Here she is waiting for Papa to come out of recovery.

Nadia was entertained by Cowboy Jack the dog at the condo. She tried to share her sugar snap peas with him and he wasn’t going for it.

This Monday we went to the mall. Nadia saw the Carousel when we were grabbing some dinner at the Food Court. We told her she could ride it after we ate and she settled down happily. After riding the carousel we were getting her loaded into the stroller and I looked up just at the moment that a little boy (about 7 or 8 ) was asking his father a question.

The child (speaking very politely): “Can I ride the carousel?”

The dad (with a condescending voice): “No! That is for little boys.”

Right then the boy looked crushed and heartbroken. He put his head down and kept walking along side his father.

And I just wanted to scream “He IS a little boy!!!”

If you don’t have the time or the $2, just tell the child no, but think about how you speak to your kids. To see that little child’s face fall just hurt my heart.