Phillip's Sleepover

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday afternoon Alison came by for a minute. While we talked Phillip climbed into her van and buckled himself into Ella's carseat. Alison offered to take him home for the night. I gathered a couple diapers and some clothes. He let out a "yah-hoo" as Alison drove off. He was not so sure about Deacon, their dog. His little toes are curled in protectively around blinket and monkey on their chair. He warmed up quickly and resorted to petting the dog before bed all by himself. Phillip was in awe by all the big boys willing to play with him and Ella to baby him. He went to sleep on the Ella's floor after his customary 20 minutes of winding down. He came home Wednesday morning with an exuberant "MOMMY!" After his nap on Wednesday he packed his monkey, blinket, diapers, and clothes into his pack-pack ready for another excursion.

Our house was very quiet Tuesday night. It felt strange to use a normal voice for hours on end. No yelling! It was heaven. We missed our crazy boy. He is so cute, quirky, curious, happy, and full of life. I missed his chubby feet, chubby hands, and exclamations of "I DID IT!!!! YES!" If I feel frustrated with him I ask him to say rocketship. It sounds like rocket s*it. Makes me smile enough to temper my anger.