Monday, August 9, 2010

Mr Busy Pants

That's how we lovingly refer to Sanders these days. He has well earned his name and within 5 seconds of anyone new meeting him, they too adopt the appropriate placed name.


We went to a MAC BBQ for Karaia's upcoming school year. There were many people there. The one person that would have changed the outcome of this little story was out of town. By that I mean Kevin was traveling for work, again. (Although if you ask him he doesn't travel much. It's interesting to live the same life and have such a different opinion of things. All I know is it's kind of an inside joke around the ward now. Even those who travel more than Kev ask me if we knew he'd be traveling so much when he took this job. For the record, the kids and I miss him when he's gone, but we do pretty good and are so grateful he is willing to work so Mom doesn't have to.) ANYWAY. So it was just me and the 4 ankle biters, at a park, at the end of the day, with a million people, waiting for dinner to be ready. ------you can see where I am going with this.

Sanders never stays in one place long.
In fact, Church is a joke right about now because he won't even sit on my lap for more than a second. Sufficeth to say, I was chasing  following him all evening. When the food was ready, I quickly jumped in line. Karaia and Beckham fixed their own plates (Hallelujah!) and I kept Tennyson and Sanders by my side, sort of, as I speedily tried to fix two plates while keeping one eye and a few fingers on Sanders so he wouldn't run or pull down any of the food. Not to mention trying not to drop any food, cause any traffic jams, and all in all not seem like a crazy lady.

At one point I became so focused on just. getting. the. food. and putting it in someones overly hungry, screaming mouth that I lost track of Sanders for about 2 mins. By the time the food was placed on our place in the lawn I had no idea where he was. After getting Tennyson all set, I ran to find Sanders.

Couldn't find him.

My friends started helping.  (thank you Sabina and Jamie!)

About a minute or two into the search I found him.

He'd pushed his way through the throngs of people dishing food from the picnic table, climbed on to the bench near the sliced tomatoes, and had begun a game of Frisbee with said tomatoes.


There was a nice lady behind him trying to get him to stop all the while wearing the, "Where is this child's mother?!?" face. I retrieved my ill behaved son and mumbled something about being a single parent that night and how sorry I was.

Thanks to Sabina, I got everyone settled and I actually got to eat a bit of food before Sanders was off again.

It's funny now.


I just have to document it so when he has a son who we lovingly call Mr. Busy Pants he will know

1) it's survivable
2) it's a good weight loss program
3) his wife deserves whatever time off he can give her.



Miranda said...

Awww! Sanders sounds just like Collier! Busy, Busy, Busy, but also extremely fun!

Lawson Family said...

Sounds like someone needs a fun little monkey lease, I mean, backback in the very near future!

I was stressed just reading that! ugh!

Tobi said...

Amen and Hallelujah!

April Weeks said...

Next time go with the first idea and let me take him. We both would have enjoyed it.

mae said...

He is totally Mr. Busy Pants- I know because I have sat next to him in Sunday School. Good thing he is so stinkin' cute:)

Hope your hubby comes home soon!

Brianna said...

I am EX-HAUS-TED just reading that! And I thought Jordyn was busy, but she has slowed her pace a tiny, little, bit lately, but now she has mastered the art of two year old tantrums... it's a nice new element in the mix!

Hey you know, if it's not one thing it's ten others. Lets sign you up for a girls night ASAP!

Skye O. said...

When I saw the title I thought your post was going to be about potty training accidents and I thought, "Oh no...poor Emilie!"

Glad to hear it's not that. Glad to hear that other kids do that too.