Have Patience

Have you heard the song that goes like this:

Have patience, have patience, don't be in such a hurry. When you get impatient, you only start to worry. Remember. Remember. That God is patient too, and think of all the times when others have to wait for you.

And then the song goes on from there. Well, ever since having kids, this song, more than ever, pops into my head. As young kids, we used to listen to this cassette...yes, a cassette tape...on our family vacations. It's called Bullfrogs and Butterflies. I actually just found it online and may have to order the CD for my kids to listen too! Anyway, tonight as I was doing my Mother-in-laws hair, the hubby put the boys downs for bed. Now, when you put G down for bed, either he goes to bed peacefully...or he doesn't. Tonight...he didn't. The hubby had to go in there, ohhhh, maybe 4 times to put his pacy back in and flip him back over onto his back.(because he LOOOOOOVES rolling onto his tummy and then gets pissed off and doesn't roll back over. Oh, he knows how...he just likes screaming until we flip him over instead :)) Anyway, by the 4th time, he says to me with a very annoyed tone of voice, "I don't know. What does he want?" Then to his dad he mumbles, "The kid gets 4 chances, after that he has to figure it out." As I am laughing under my breath and whisper to my MIL, "Guys have noooooo patience!" She looked at me and smiled. She knew EXACTLY what I was talking about. You see, I also think this is one of the many reasons why we get along so well. Like father like son. My husband is exactly like his dad. So we can go to each other and vent because we know exactly what the other person is talking about. It's quite therapeutic, actually. Anyway, I go into G's room. He's taking his pacy in and out of his mouth, and crying with his eyes shut. Kind of rolling from side to side. He's just trying to get comfy and fighting not going to sleep! I rub his head. Hold his pacy in his mouth for a few seconds. Rub the silky edge of his "kiki" on his face. And to sleep he went. The magical Mother's touch, if I do say so myself. I try to tell the Hubby over and over, babies and kids can tell when you're tense. You need to relax. You may be going in there and turning him over or putting his pacy in his mouth, but HOW are you doing it!?! Lol. After all is said and done. I must give him credit where credit is due. He has gotten much better with patience when it comes to this whole "baby phase" than he was with our first. And he knows his limits much better too. I just had to laugh about it....I love my Father-in-Law dearly, also! The guys are just a lot alike :) So, M, if you're reading this we were just laughing...we really don't vent all that often! Lol

Now for patience with kids. So I give G some cereal at dinner time tonight, and the kid could not get enough. I mean, he acted as if I hadn't fed him all day long! First, he saw me make a bottle and while I was making the bottle he was doing this hard breathing thing he does when he gets excited about food. So he may do this for 80% of his day. Well, he tried grabbing it before I could shake it up and had a melt down when he noticed it wasn't going straight to his mouth. I then proceeded to talk to him about "being patient, Mommy is making him some food." The melt down continued until I actually got the spoonful of cereal...to his mouth. He thought he had to "help" me feed him so he would grab my hand and jam the spoon in his mouth "faster".

...Then all of a sudden, that wasn't fast enough. He would take a bite, when he would notice the bite was gone, he would have a complete melt down. I mean, arching the back, screaming, the whole nine yards. Then he would get another bite. Be fine, and then repeat this same pattern over and over. I was laughing hysterically while my child was arching his back out of his bumbo seat and screaming at the top of his lungs. I was just baffled. What could be so terribly wrong with having to wait a few seconds for the next bite??! I may be in trouble with this one...

But then, he just had a melt down for a good 10 minutes. He would not calm down. He has not cried this long or this hard for a long time. And then it came...he probably spit up 80% of what he had just eaten. So now I was confused. Was he crying because he wanted the next bite so bad. Or was he crying because he wanted the next bite so bad but it hurt going down? 4 hours later and I'm STILL trying to figure out what the deal was.

On a lighter note about my day. This morning when I was making myself some iced coffee, G was fussing a little bit in his swing, so T came over and brought him what he says is G's "favorite book!" It was probably the sweetest brother moment to date. He then said he needed to "read it to him"...so in his skivvies and all...T read G a book...

My husband just asked if T is EVER in pants. Yes, he is...it just happens that I get my pictures when he doesn't have his pants on! He would be naked all day long if I let him, though.

G on the other hand, I admit...I never dress him unless we are going somewhere :)

Here are a couple more pictures of some cute brotherly moments I was able to capture before T told me "no pictures!" When does this stage end??!!

T was trying to get G to laugh. So they were both laughing at each other.

T thought he should share his milk.

Notice the Cheetos face...he decided to have G eat his tray instead of his milk. Lol