As a child, waiting for Christmas or birthdays or any type of special occasion to arrive, was torture. The old adage of patience being a virtue, was most definitely lost on me. I'd actually forgotten just how restless I became around these times, until today. My highly spirited, ultra excitable and incredibly eager first born, displayed some alarmingly similar traits, to those of his Mama's at the same age. At the best of times, he is keen to be up and at em from the moment he wakes. Enquiring on the day's events, before they have begun. "Where are we going today Mama?", always the most likely first words uttered.
Today, we had a 4th birthday party for one of his little mates. Isaac and Angus have known each other since 6 months of age, though this year has seen their friendship flourish the greatest. They are gorgeous to watch together. Like a couple of peas in a pod. So needless to say the 2.30pm start time, left a number of hours wide open for detailed questioning and continuous whinging and frustrated complaining and then questioning some more. Angus so keen to get to the party, he attempted to change the sequential order of time, to make that party arrive sooner. And it came and went and he was as happy as a piggy in mud, with his afternoon in the sunshine, running and playing and shaking off the impatience of youth.