"Why Mommy?"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It was like someone flicked on a light switch, now my responses are not sufficient and he continues to ask "why?" after each of my answers.

A conversation we had yesterday:

R: Where's Daddy's green car?
H: It's broken, remember? This is Daddy's new car, it's black.
R: Why is it broken?
H: Because it's old.
R: Why is it old?
H: Because Daddy had it for a long time.
R: Why?
H: Because it was a good car that Daddy used for a long time and it got old and broken so Daddy gave it away so that he could have this nice new black car.
R: Oh.

It's great that he's asking all these questions but... phew, it's exhausting. 

Nice try, Sly.

Soup and sandwiches were on the menu tonight. Robbie objects to the meal plan and I pretty much told him to suck it up. All the sudden he's whinning non-stop about how much his belly hurts, I told him it's because his belly's hungry - eat up! He's sitting at the table and he's got this quiet whine and he's waiting for me to acknowledge him so that he can complain some more. I told him he can leave the table if he's going to be that way. He runs to the bathroom saying "I'm going to get sick" so Colin follows him to the bathroom. He flips up the toilet seat and pretends to throw-up (by coughing) then he runs out of the bathroom telling me that he got sick and that he wanted to watch movie.

The little bugger!

Their New Game

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"Trust Me"

If Robbie and I are having a debate and he doesn't like where the convo's going he'll stop me in my tracks and say "No, no, no Mommy. Trust me." I've obviously been saying this a lot as we have verbal battles over what's for dinner, proper etiquette and daily events. I ask him what to trust him with and he'll just repeat it louder "TRUST ME!"
Nice try Robbie!

Red Food Dye

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh boy, Robbie cannot handle red/pink smarties. I gave him a couple after he ate all of his dinner and it was like a light switch went on; he stopped nibbling on them, jumped onto the couch (right beside me), put his faces about an inch away from mine and said "let's wrestle!" After explaining to him that I'm not allowed to wrestle (just had Lasik done) he started jumping up and down while screaming "let’s wrestle, let’s wrestle, let’s wrestle!" He would sit on the couch and swing his head uncontrollably from left to right!


We are issuing a Robbie ban on all Smarties and red coloured chocolate!

Adios "Green Goblin"

Ola "Black Beauty" (?)

My little fish-in-training

It won't be long 'til he's doing laps and kicking my butt in the pool. He went to his second class tonight and he was so good for the teacher - he was listening to her and had so much more composure compared to the rest of the kids that were splashing, kicking and swimming away from the the group.

He's still affraid of putting his head underwater but I'm sure after a couple of lessons it'll be a breeze.