I confess I'm not the most patient person in the world.
If you know me in real life, you probably aren't surprised. It's part of why I don't leave my house very often. I like to stay even keel...and being out of my comfort zone sort of terrifies me.
I think God's stretching me lately...putting me out of my comfort zone on purpose. I'm not sure how I feel about this yet. I'm sure it's meant to teach me something, but mostly I just don't like it.
Last week, we got on a plane with all three of our children and headed down to Georgia for a few days to visit my sister and her family. We started off excited and in good spirits. We were even on time!
Adam and the kids drove down to my dad's shop and I followed in the van...which desperately needed my dad's attention. No air conditioning. Ugh. They were all happy. Listening to "Gummi Bear" and not anticipating the long day ahead of us.
Then we reached the shop, dropped the van and I got in. That put Sophia in the back with the boys.
And that's about when our patience wore off. The kids starting picking at each other and it got hard. I don't even remember what it was all about, but I started to wonder if we'd survive. Where was Super Nanny?
We reached the airport and called a truce. Starting with Adam and I. We've learned we set the tone. And if I have no patience, neither do the kids. Same with Adam. So, we declared a no more fighting day.
I'm not going to tell you this was easy, but it's amazing how your attitude can change everything. I stopped expecting it to be hard.
And I started taking note of the fun things... like seeing how excited Sam was at the airport...
And not a great place for gluten free breakfast, we discovered. (Note to self: pack more substantial snacks next time!) Sam seems able to tolerate regular yogurt, so that's what we went with. It cost $2.15. (For real?)
He sat next to the window, which I thought would excite him more than it actually did. Being on a plane with a 2 year old ended up being a lesson in entertaining children. It was a constant. Thankfully, he did really well!
We arrived in Atlanta, which was decidedly more stressful. On the tram, when the doors open, people come in whether you are out or not (Elevator etiquette doesn't apply). So, at one point, we were all out, Adam was half in-half out and Ethan was still completely IN the tram. But the full grown pushy men wouldn't let Ethan out and the doors started to close.
As a mother, that was one of the scariest things I've ever experienced. Visions of the tram zipping away with Ethan still on it flashed through my mind and I had to take a moment to get my bearings.
We finally recovered, rode in very small elevators, a sky train and made our way to the car rental place.
She didn't get lost or nearly jammed in a moving tram once.
Finally, we reached Macon, Georgia, where my sister and her family live. They were at the ballfield for a tee-ball game that would get rained out, so we camped out at their house. Thankful to be out of a moving vehicle.
I instantly noticed the difference and remembered why I so love the digital SLR.
But at least I have pictures, right?
Even that one, which I rather like.
Anyway, once my sister and the family got home, I was camera-tired and didn't get any shots... but in the morning, Carrie brought home a special treat...
And everyone knows calories don't count on vacation. Ha.
The kids were in sugar-heaven.
My niece, Emery with Sophia and you can see my nephew Cooper there in the foreground...well, his top-head anyway.
My baby niece, Lilah, who didn't get a Krispy Kreme. She and Sam were in the same donut-less boat.
She didn't seem to mind.
After all, she had her fingers to chew on.
Adam ate freely and with reckless abandon. He, unlike the rest of the adults, isn't on a diet. Lucky dog. He looks a little taken aback with my photo-taking here. I guess he's not used to the delay either.
After everyone ate a nutritious breakfast, we went to the Air Force Museum in Warner Robins. It was pretty amazing...even driving past the base and seeing the ridiculously huge airplanes in the hangar. Amazing. And the museum is free!
It was SO bright out!
Before I go, one last thing. One thing I loved about Warner Robins were the cool places we don't have up north. Like this one:
It's not "Git 'er Done Laundromat," but it's close.
If you have any traveling with children tips, I'd love to hear them!
I'm off now... I am heading to Chicago to meet with the illustrious, Sandra Bishop, my agent extraordinaire...who I've never met in person. I can't wait!