My little brother is Uncle Toby to my kids {or, as they say on occasion, Uncle Toad-y} To them, he's some sort of super hero. They adore him. They climb on him, he throws them in the air, carries them upside down.
He's a big fan of the kids.
He's also a big fan of the fact that he doesn't have to get up in the middle of the night with them, or wipe their bums.
To my kids, he's the best thing since sliced bread. Or, in their case, fruit crushers from Trader Joe's.
Yesterday we dropped my mom off at Toby's place for a few nights before she comes back to us for the rest of her visit. The kids and I had never actually been to his apartment... but after today, I think we'll be more frequent visitors. Who cares if the place isn't childproof? They possibly had more fun there than at the Children's Museum.
Why? Because Uncle Toby has three guitars.
Books that Paige can sink her teeth into... {seriously, the girl might have more refined tastes in books than either of her parents... }
And Boots. Biker boots. And a "motorcycle" {aka a bike... but Fynn thinks it's a motorcycle, so that's way cooler} inside.
He also has the best hot chocolate, plays his guitars, shows the kids how to play his guitars, and lets them run around like wild horses in his apartment. Fynn could barely contain himself while he talked about our adventures at Toby's at the dinner table.
Watch out Toby, next time we'll be diving into your printmaking equipment ;) Arts and crafts printmaking style!