Rain, Rain, Go Away...

It rains here. A LOT. I knew that - I used to live here years ago. But after spending the last 11 years in Eastern Oregon where the seasons are distinct, this continuous downpour is bugging me. And I'm fairly certain that I have mildew growing under my armpits...

So lots of indoor time in the past two weeks. No going to feed the ducks in the wetland near us. No walking in the trails up the road - too much mud, too much chance for me, Miss Clumsy-in-a-straight-line, to attempt. No trips to the park in the rain and the cold. We've reverted to doing anything new we can think of to remain sane.

Some quality time on the computer drawing:


And much, much painting going on. Even had to run out and buy more paint 'cause we were whipping through our supply. Quinn is trying a new painting technique - putting layer on layer of paint until it's an inch thick and takes days to dry. Fun is had by all:

Had an interesting thing happen today while getting my hair cut. After not even having a trim since we first moved over here in May, I was looking, well, scruffy. No attempts at cuteness resulted in anything but my hair just lying there. Bored and tired. So, finally just called a place up the road a bit and went in this afternoon.

The hair stylist was, well, interesting. We both have only one kid, a boy, but our parenting could not be more different. I did my best to smile and nod, but something really got me and made me glad I've done it differently.

This mother kept saying how proud she was that her kid is "spoiled". She went on and on about how they've made 'a little monster' of their six-year-old because everytime they go to the store he gets a toy. Now, of course, he expects it and will pitch an unholy fit if it doesn't happen. She thinks it's cute.

Ugh. Why do people think having spoiled kids is a thing to be proud of?? Does a whiny, obnoxious child say anything positive? I don't know, it made me glad that I've resisted the urge to just get Quinn something 'cause we're there and he's wonderful and deserves a treat. Now, because we haven't made it a routine, when he does get something, it is treasured and a real treat.

Now, I'm not saying that I won't go back to Tami in the future. She did give me a flippy, adorable haircut, but next time we may need to talk about movies or our favorite recipes. Safe topics.