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the best toy in our house

this small crew figured out how to up the seat level from three to four!

patiently waiting turns

and Piglet isn't the first "toy" to take a ride!


Years ago, my younger sister cleaned out her son's toybox and kindly delivered a box and two tubs of toys to our house. "You need toys for children to play with" she told me with a laugh. Then the Belarussians came for four summers, and we found our toy stash growing by leaps and bounds. But I've found no matter who the child is, their favorite toy at our house is Mr. Bobby (or Uncle Bobby).

The Belarussians about drove me crazy every day asking what time Poppa was coming home, and when other children have stayed with us, it's the same question almost every hour: "When does Mr. Bobby get home from work?" AND, about five years ago, I answered the phone one morning only to hear nothing. I kept saying "Hello" and was about to hang up the phone when I thought I heard a sob. It scared me a little bit and I was wondering if everything was okay on the other line, and then I heard my sister-in-law say, "Say hello." and a little five-year-old voice cry, "But I dialed the number you gave me and that's NOT my Uncle Bobby!" I wasn't sure whether to laugh or feel sorry for her.

We enjoy having kids over, though there's no doubt in mind who the kids are really coming to see!
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Lydia said…
They love you too!!!! Mira even told Melinda yesterday that she had been to "Monca's" house....it's a really big deal if she says your name:) Thank you so much for watching them- they had a ball!!!!!
May 27, 2010 at 5:27 PM
Monica said…
Yes, but even MIRA was asking for Bobby when he was at work! :)
And when he got home she scooted to him with arms up saying "hold me, hold me!" I'm still amazed at how far she has progressed since the last time they visited!
May 27, 2010 at 7:34 PM
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