Well--I know it always seems to be about Hank, but at the moment, it is all about Hank. With him turning 3 in a couple of months, he must be reaching some kind of independent milestone...and our house, along with "things" and peoples heads (e.g. Hannah getting whacked in the head with a golf club) are taking a beating. As usual, I'm in another part of the house when I hear, "mom, you better come to dad's office.." I come upstairs and see Torie's laptop (Torie's downstairs)...when I see his laptop, I don't even know what to say. Do I laugh because Hank managed to get EVERY frickin' key off or do I just come unglued...I just walked downstairs to let Torie know he might want to take a look at his laptop. I thought Torie would come unglued, but he just came back downstairs shaking his head. I'm saving this picture because one day when Hank comes to Torie & I asking for a laptop for school, I'll be whipping out this picture...can't wait!
I'm in the kitchen and out of the blue, I hear from the mouth of Hank..."I'll clean up the poop!" As I'm racing into the living room, trying not to break my neck on scattered items on the floor, I'm thinking, I can't believe Brit (our dog) pooped in the house..she hasn't done that forever, and then I hear Hannah (Jr. Mom of the Year) say, "Mom, Hank pooped in the corner" (I'm laughing now as I'm writing this, but NOT funny at the time) and there's Hank with his underwear off, straddled over the Thomas the Train track and lo and behold, Thomas has been derailed...by poop. I'm wondering (and really shouldn't be) how and why this happened. Hank had just successfully pooped on the potty, and quite a bit, I might add, so where did MORE come from? I didn't get too angry b/c I think it just kind of came out. Long story short, I never thought I'd have to put Thomas and his tracks in the dishwasher...I even laughed a bit when I went to unload the dishwasher that day...
So...in the regular course of a Saturday morning, around 7am, yes, 7am, Hannah, my very inquisitive 4, soon to be 5, year old, asks me out of the blue, "Mommy, will I die naked?" Not even knowing how to respond to that question, let alone at 7am on a Saturday morning, I say, "If you want to" and she quickly responds, "Mommy, I want to die naked". So, that's one less thing now I need to worry about. It's never a dull moment at the Phillips household and yes, even at the hour of 7am on a Saturday.
Okay...I finally got with the times and got hip to blogs! Thought this would be fun for all us moms to chat, give advice, vent, post pics, videos and the like instead of NUMEROUS emails....though fun...this will be much more productive...so blog away!
