What he isn't though is...patient. And maybe it's a guy thing, since males always seem to be loud and active and building things or tearing things down. Or perhaps it's a parent thing, we get so busy we can't seem to slow down.
And maybe that's just the way he is. But he tries to hide it, contain it, not let it control him.
'Tries' is the word here.
Children though...they know and they're not afraid to tell you like it is.
So one day, about a year and a half ago, hero hottie, CT and I were at Borders. (Ahh, I miss that bookstore.) We were browsing and lingering and not in any great hurry for once. But it didn't matter, CT goes toddling over to her Uncle, with the most serious look on her face.
"Here is your patience, Uncle." She pinches her fingers together like she's picking something up from the palm of her hand and carefully, as not to drop any, hands it to him.
"What?" He asks, studying her tiny fingers.
"I have some patience for you, Uncle. Here take it." And she tries to hand him the invisible patience that she held so delicately in her hand.
He laughs hard and lets her put the 'patience' in his hand. She grins at him, clearly satisfied that he has some patience now.
Lesson learned.
The other day I was busy. So busy that not even coffee could help, nor chocolate.
Perhaps a personal assistant. I would have taken one of those.
I was watching four children all from the ages of 10 years down to a year. While I was trying to feed them a snack, keep them entertained and keep Bug from eating every thing off the ground, because she truly hopes it's a bug and she will try to eat it...I was also taking photos of my sister's Christmas crafts. (You can see a few pics below.)
What this crazy? Yes. I had a long sheet of paper hanging from my entertainment center to a tray. I had my professional camera perched on top of my tripod in the middle of the living room which is normally alright and safe for my equipment, except when you have Abu and CT trying to sneak under the legs of the tripod to play.
I had fake garland strung from my curtain rods and tied around a chair which sat on top of my table. My sister was helping with the kids but it was still a bit chaotic.
The children didn't mind at all. They were loving it. There were cool houses to play with and decorations to touch and just so much to help with. I was wrong, I have four personal assistants, I don't need another one. :)
Stop shaking your head at me and muttering under your breath about crazy women trying to accomplish too much. I was using natural lighting for the photos. And no matter how much I pleaded with the sun to stay up a few extra hours in the evening so I could take the photos after the children weren't around, it strangely wasn't listening to me. Go figure. (grin)
It was all going pretty well until I couldn't find something. Then frustration started to kick in.
"What are you looking for Aunt Christy?" CT asks.
"My sanity."
She jumps onto the couch and looks at everyone in the room. "Everyone get on the sanity boat. Aunt Christy come ride on the sanity boat."
If only there was a boat for that.
But then I'm sure all the tickets would be sold out.
Later I'm talking with Grandma about our busy afternoon.
CT joins the conversation. "Grandma. Aunt Christy didn't find her sanity. She was looking for it but she couldn't find it." Then she sighs and shakes her head slowly as if to say poor Aunt Christy.
I guess the boat left without me this week. :)
Here are some pics....
I think they wanted to eat the fake candy canes. Luckily they weren't real otherwise they would have disappeared. :)
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