Today or Tomorrow

The other day I had to leave to go somewhere. Philip started freaking out so I explained that I would only be gone a little while and would be back soon.

So he asked me if I would be back "tomorrow."

He was better after I told him I would be back later TODAY.

Poor Lil Dude ~ he's never going to forgive me for leaving him for those 5 days when we went to Texas.

The Evil Twin

I've been trapped all night at the stove making candy. Which, obviously, is the perfect opportunity for a small boy to regale me with his stories.

Tonight, the story was all about "The Meanie Philip." This would be Philip's evil twin.

The Meanie Philip broke Phil's instructions. Yep. He did. They were instructions for building things.

The Meanie Philip is the one who flooded my bathroom this afternoon. From the sink. The sink with no plug. Apparently, the Meanie Philip is very clever.

Finally, I sent Phil to ask his father to give him a shower. He came back all upset saying, "Daddy doesn't want to clean me."

I told him I was sure Daddy would give him a shower, and Philip said, "But Philip's need cleaned."

Ain't that the truth.

I Missed Mom

My baby missed me while I was gone. I know because he won't let me out of his sight. At least, not without a fit.

Of course, he still has fits even when I'm around. Even more than usual. I think he's scared I'm going to run off and leave him again.

It's kind of sweet. But it's also really exhausting. Probably because I haven't had a chance to really sit down and relax yet since being home.

No Colorado Here

Philip and I drove to Beatrice yesterday. We took the delivery truck so we could drop off our old grill to my brother-in-law. So Philip was sitting in the front next to me and could actually SEE out the window.

He asked me where the mountains were.

I told him they were in Colorado but we were in Nebraska so we couldn't see them.

So at least twice on the trip, he remarked, "Nope. No Colorado here."

I knew the mountains were addictive, but I didn't realize someone so young would be affected.

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He can say Meredith, but he also calls her "Ruff."

Bob? or Bill?

Phil's got a new thing...

The other day we were out driving and he started talking about "Bill the Bob-der."

Pretty sure he was talking about Bob the Builder but it offends him if you try to correct him. So for the past few days we've been hearing about Bill the Bobder.

He Loves His Mommy (& Bob)

My little boy came up to me the other day and said, "I loves you."

He also tells me, "It's so nice to have you back!" and "I had a fun day today."

And he tells me many many stories about "Bob" (the Lego robot(s)). Most of these stories include "Bob broke" and "I fixed him" or "Bob's dead."

The other night he brought two of his "Bobs" to bed and one fell apart so I put him back together. I'll never do that again. Apparently, I did it wrong and my poor little Philip was crying and trying to put Bob back together right. It took him 5 minutes.

Moral: Never EVER fix a "Bob" unless you are a trained professional. (i.e. a 3-year-old.)

On Robots and Ladybugs

What's Philip been up to lately?

He's been building robots.

Out of Legos.

And naming them 'Bob.'

They're all named Bob - apparently, that is the 'in' name for robots these days.

Then he insists on taking them to bed with him.

Yes, he takes a Lego robot to bed with him.

He says, "Bob's broken, Mom. Can you fix him?"

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Thursday night, the kids had a VBS program at church.

Philip found a dead ladybug beneath the pew cushion.

"Can you fix him, Mom? He's broken."

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Yesterday, I was working and John came down to help me.

Before he left the apartment, he called all the kids together to let them know he was going downstairs and they needed to be good.

He said, "I'm putting you in charge today Philip. Do you think you can handle it?"

Philip said, "I keep an eye on them."