Patience

I went to the library today. I sat in a chair instead of at a desk. Thank you broken tailbone -__- I sat in a place where the aisles of books met and formed a walkway. A lady came in with her little boy. He was a little crazy and ran around. At one point he was spanked, I think. He was crying. It made me very sad to hear him cry! He talked to his mom and she let him go. He started running around like crazy again. He ran by me, trying to get my attention. I thought it was funny and silly of him.

Then I started thinking about his mom. She sounded harsh when she talked to him. It seemed like she was fed up with his behavior--like he does that kind of thing a lot. Anyway, she sounded harsh. I started thinking that must be how I sound when I talk to Avan sometimes.

The boy came running around again. I smiled at him, thinking again how little boy-ish he was being. Then it struck me. If that was my kid, I would be very angry and annoyed and everything that mom was being. How unfair is it that I can be patient and understanding with someone else's kid and not my own?

=( =(

I need to view my kids as kids. That's what they are.

Cuddles

They fight a lot, but there are also moments like these...

...that remind me of how much they love each other. I can't even remember what they were looking at though.

Today

Dex did a somersault today. He just came in like he'd been doing them all his life and tumbled.

Adi cried because her favorite movie got eaten by the VCR today. It was Power Rangers. Poor baby, but not poor me!