Boo-Head Hi Jinks

99 Problems

2011-11-18T22:27:00.001-05:00

and sun fuzzies is one.

Today at the annual Doctor's appointment, everyone's favourite Boohead was asked by his Doctor if he had any problems he wanted to talk about.

"Well," he began, "sometimes in the morning when I go outside, sun fuzzies get in my eye and it's very distracting."

There was confusion all around.

Sun fuzzies?

What?

But as his Doctor pointed out, there is absolutely no confusion about this vocabulary.

Polite Police

2011-11-01T21:56:00.001-04:00

Today, BH was invited to the neighbour's house for lunch and a play date.

After much playing that went from the house to the yard, it was almost time to come home. BH however, had a question.

BH: Grandma?
Grandma: Yes, BH?
BH: Can M (neighbour friend) come over to our house?
Grandma: Not right now, BH. It's getting late and I'm sure his Mommy wants him.
BH: K (M's mother) was polite and had me over; it would be polite to invite M over.

Who called in the Polite Police?

Happy Birthday to Me

2011-10-09T09:44:00.002-04:00

I'm sure that's what BH will sing to himself at some point today.

Happy Birthday, BH! A grand old 5. It's amazing and also a little scary. I also know I have not written anything on you here in some time but I will get it together some time.

Just a Little Bit

2011-07-14T21:14:00.000-04:00

Two nights ago, at 11:15 p.m. or so, the conversation was had with Uncle CLee as to why at 11:15 p.m., little BH was still awake.

The explanation, at least in our minds, was simple: There had been a 5 p.m. nap leading to a late night up with his Momma and a skype session with Uncle CLee.

Simple, and true.

But perhaps there was something we were missing.

"Tell Uncle CLee why you are up so late," H1 told BH.

"Well you see," BH began "I am a little bit Octurnal."

What?

He knows what "nocturnal" means and there was some surprise as to why he was 'octurnal'.

Such a thing does not exist!

But, and as I brainstormed, perhaps if it were later, then he would be well and proper "nocturnal".

Apparently, I was spot on because that is the very reason BH gave for his being just a little bit octurnal.

In case you were wondering, he gets his ridiculousness from his Momma H1, and not me.

These Days

2011-07-02T09:16:00.000-04:00

These days, BH has taken to 'taunting' me with various things.

For instance, "Booooobbeeeey, I went to the zoo without you toooddaaaAY."

or

"Boooooobbeeeeeyyy, I had ice-cream without you toooddaaaAY."

My response is usually the same, "Really? While I was slavin' at work, you were doing all these things?"

"Yes."

He's got a cold heart, that one.

God, The Wind and A'Face

2011-06-06T21:54:00.000-04:00

BH: Grandma! Why is it so windy today?
Grandma: I don't know, Boobey. You have to ask God and take it up with him.

::silence::

Some time later...

BH: God, please send the wind to A'Face's house.

Happiness

2011-06-06T21:53:00.000-04:00

Featured today, we are presenting a story of Moodou.

Moodou has a lot of love...a lot of love for a pacifier.

So great is this love, that he needs two of them and walks around the house letting everyone know.

A baby bao head for a baby bao (15 dumplings)

Perhaps I should have entitled this blog post as "Greediness".

Hiding in the Tall Grass...

2011-06-04T09:11:00.002-04:00

An epic battle is about to begin.

A battle of friendly greetings! Because they're friends, of course!

Friends who frolick in the tall grass, and take a moment to smell the flowers.

It is certainly a beautiful day, today.

The grass smells fresh and summery!

And the colours out here are gorgeous.

The flowers smell beautiful too.

::sigh:: It's all very true.

Fly, friends!

We're off to find food because it's time for lunch.

Mmmm, yummy! Eating is what I do best!

Scrumptious. A happy end to a happy, sunshine-y day with two friends hanging out in the Tall Grass.

...A four year old boy, his favourite Pokémon friends and imagination.

For the uncensored, grainy version as seen through the eyes of a thirty year old, please click here.

Currently listening to: "Weird" by Menomena

Wishing

2011-05-22T22:17:00.001-04:00

I hope he wished for millions of dollars.

Currently listening to: "Time to Know ~ Be Waltz" by Yoko Kanno, from the Cowboy Bebop: Future Blues Original Soundtrack.

In the Vocabulary of A'Face

2011-05-21T10:03:00.001-04:00

A'Face's favourite food right now is the almighty pork rib.

Except he calls them "wibs".

One Saturday, after picking Grandma up from work, the plan was to go to a local sushi fusion place for lunch and A'Face would of course, be ordering the 'wibs'.

But, he refused to talk to Grandma. There was no "hello", no "good morning", no acknowledgment whatsoever of Grandma's existence.

In turn, Grandma threatened to eat the wibs when they arrived at the table.

Still, a silence.

That is, until the ribs were being brought to the table. A'Face quickly blurted out, "HI GRANDMA!".

It is clear that A'Face loves wibs even at the cost of being a beast.

In the Vocabulary of BooHead

2011-05-21T09:58:00.000-04:00

There exists a word "puh" in the vocabulary of BooHead. As an example, BooHead went for a uniform sizing at his new school which he will be starting in September and whilst there, one of the classes was having a gym session.

Lots of kids were running around screaming and we all know boys and girls tend to stick together. There were lots of girls as BooHead observed and thus 'puh' came into existence.

It's much like "psh" and I think it means the same thing, "I don't care; I scoff at you".

If you do not feel comfortable using "puh", your next option is "tuh".

"Tuh" seems to denote a lot more disdain.

He's been using it often for everything as of late.

There's a lot to 'tuh' at when you're 4 years old.

Songs

2011-05-07T08:29:00.000-04:00

For some reason, BH just could not wait to get inside the bathroom to take off his clothes in preparation for the bath he needed to take one evening. Instead, he began the stripping outside, at the side of the house on his way into the kitchen.

And in this confusion, a new song was born.

"Everyone is going to see my DAH DOO DEE DEE DATS!"

...

If you may recall, the original composition by Boo Head was not so undignified. And as the months went by, there were variations of said composition.

It is no surprise then as to why I am slightly appalled.

Construction

2011-04-17T10:03:00.002-04:00

When Spring comes, how better to spend your time than doing construction work with your neighbour M.

Bricks and cones were shuffled from one area to the next.

Holes were dug, which led to canals being dug.

The best though, was how far to dig your canal. How far, you ask? How do you know where it ends?

It's simple, really. You dig as far as the snake as per the instructions of Foreman M..

The what?

The snake.

Yep, the beady, red-eyed devil snake lurking in the grass.

Boohead recognized the dangers of such a request and refused.

I believe the snake was also okay with that.

The Indignities One Endures

2011-04-16T23:29:00.001-04:00

It's not just one of us that suffered at the hands of Boo Head yesterday, but a cat was also a casualty.

Well, I suppose BH was being kind when he surrounded Pumpkin with some of his lovely stuffed friends. He even built him a fort.

Pumpkin did not seem to mind. So I guess the one who suffered feeling unloved was Jazzie.

Here she is feeling jealous and giving the evil eye.

But you know who was terribly wronged this day?

Me. Or 2.

After I was laying on the couch playing cars and boo with him, he jumped up ready to go outside and I was met with "Get up lazy Boobey".

The words hurt but it was the unassuming, sweet, sing-song way in which they were said that cut the deepest.

Then there was the drawing incident...

I was informed that that there is me. I had to ask where my glasses were.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." and he drew them on.

You should have seen what I looked like before.

Snoopy

2011-03-20T09:03:00.000-04:00

Winter Stories, Part IV

2011-03-20T09:01:00.001-04:00

It's not Spring yet! The weather man told me Spring is not official until 7:21 p.m. tonight.

So I can still post winter stories! Not that Spring would stop me from pushing terrible reminders of this past Winter in your faces. Oh no, I'm evil enough to do such a thing. In fact, I think it's rather expected of me...

Anyway, for a couple of days last week, the winter brought a deluge of water. There were rainy days - super rainy days! - that left our basements flooded.

BH had an unexpected day off from school and H1 stayed home to take care of the wee one.

The wee one decided that his day would be best spent with rain boots on, sitting in the middle of the Great Winter Flood of 2011.

Stay there...wee one? Puppy? Stay there!

Uhh...I thought we told you to stay there...

Looks like, the ~~wee one~~ puppy saved itself. Which is good because even though we were inclined to save it, we would rather spend our time taking pictures of the carnage first.

Rule 1: Pictures first. Saving later.

Winter Stories, Part III

2011-03-07T22:39:00.000-05:00

Being pulled around by Momma on the some freshly fallen snow is the life.

A snowball fight with said Momma armed with giant snowballs is also the life.

Shaking the heck out of some tree is probably the best reward life has to offer...

...Well you know, not so much for the tree's life actually.

A Lobster Fest

2011-03-07T22:27:00.000-05:00

Lobsters may look delicious in ~~theory~~ their tanks.

But crabs are the superior tasting claw fierce creatures.

Winter Stories, Part II

2011-03-03T21:12:00.000-05:00

It's hard being BH.

There are wardrobes to consider, and expectations to be met.

Hoping that some girls will pass by, see you and take your picture is one such expectation. He's right though, you know.

Cellphone


And a shovel?

Get this kid some fan girls.

Coolness should not be allowed to go unseen.

Winter Stories, Part I

2011-03-01T21:02:00.000-05:00

This Winter has not passed without some sort of hi jinks.

For instance, here's a story about two deer that you may not have known.

Do you see that there? Those are deer tracks from two deer.

Two? you may ask.

Yes, that is what I was told.

So what exactly happened to these two deer?

Well, as it was told to me, one went one way...and the other made his escape via jumping over the fence. The fence is not close to the tree mind you, so I can assure those were some true acrobatics performed by said deer.

Also, the deer that went the other way? I'm not sure how it managed but I can also tell you that there was no deer hiding in his little house. That deer was gifted with Phantasm.

Or perhaps it was gifted with the power of Gopher-ism and burrowed into the ground there?

We may never know.

Sad Meal

2011-03-01T20:55:00.001-05:00

A'Face wanted a sad meal.

Angelo: What's a sad meal? Don't you mean a Happy Meal from McDonald's?
A'Face: Well, I don't need the toy because I have too many already, so I want a sad meal.

What a clown.

Uh...a sad clown?

He Laughs

2011-01-17T13:08:00.000-05:00

The other day at school, BH's nemesis who, according to BH is constantly naughty, smacked our little BH.

A discussion followed with Uncle Bunji as to A'Face's reaction to the fight.

"What did A'Face do? Did he help you?" Uncle Bunji asked, "because he's supposed to stand up for his cousin."

"No. He lassed," BH replied.

"He what? He laughed?" H1 asked. "Why did he laugh at you honey?"

"He always lass. A'Face is a lasser now," BH said.

Uncle Bunji was upset to hear that A'Face is a lasser. We were upset too but we still think being a 'lasser' might be a funny thing.

Lassable, even.

The Months of the Year

2011-01-17T12:52:00.000-05:00

"I would like to see where Santa is now," BH said.

This was a week or so ago, well after Santa had already gone back to the North Pole for his hibernation.

"Well, I can tell you where he is. He's at the North Pole. Christmas is over and you will not be able to track Santa's flight until the end of the year. That's almost a whole year away... see? We're in January. Then there's February, Mar...," I began saying.

"...March, April, May, June...uhhh..." BH continued.

"Wow! I didn't know you knew the months, even though I did try to teach you at some point! It's July..." I helped.

"July, August, September, October, Newvember, DECEMBER!!!" he finished.

"Yep, very good! But now you know Santa's not coming for a while." I'm one to dash dreams, yes.

It's good to see he's learning things at school, except what the heck is "Newvember". Don't worry, I let him know it was "November". I'll quiz him in a few days to see what he says.

Sunday Breakfast at Your Local Diner

2010-12-06T22:17:00.000-05:00

You ask Boo-Head to fill in the face, and he will present you with a very happy Family of Cyclops with superior smell piggy-nosed abilities.

Apparently, only the girl children are blessed with one eye a piece.

If you present me with a sheet as above, I'll....

To the Dark Side

2010-11-21T14:52:00.001-05:00

Yesterday morning, BH asked for an Xbox 360. I curse Microsoft for their Kinect marketing!!!!!

He's getting nothing from me.

Update on 12/07/2010:

He informs me that he wants a Kinect because he wants to be the controller.

1/2 of 1 billion dollars in marketing is working pretty good, I'd say.

Who Is It?

2010-11-06T21:34:00.001-04:00

H1: What is this, BH?
BH: I don't know...
H1: You don't? What does it look?
BH: It...looks like my Daddy

Breaking Hearts

2010-11-04T22:01:00.000-04:00

BH was not listening to Grandma yesterday when she asked him to put on his shoes and socks. Finally, she went into the room to ask why he was not complying with her request.

His response was the immediate trickery, begging for sympathy line, "I luz you". To which Grandma replied, "Yeah? We'll I don't luz you right now."

The shock of it all was too much for BH to bear.

"...Grandma...don't break my heart!"

Then this morning, his Momma asked him if Grandma broke his heart yesterday.

"Yes. Grandma breaks...::pause:: break my heart". It was not long after that BH could be heard singing that blasted song by Taio Cruz feat. Ludacris.

He's a joker but he really should stop singing that horrible song.

He should stick to his new song that he likes, "Lasso" by Phoenix.

A'Face on the other hand...he's a lost cause. There he was singing "Fireflies" by Owl City to me on the phone this afternoon. He sang it well and even after I berated him for telling him it was a terrible song and that I would teach him better ones.

Goodness knows what B'Cheeks was trying to sing to me on the phone after that. It was probably Pink. Ugh.

Those kids are breaking MY heart.

Valid Question

2010-11-04T21:48:00.000-04:00

There is this commercial on the tele these days that features a man who has throat cancer.

BH wanted to know, "why is that guy talking like a robot?"

Grandma had to explain the dangers of cigarettes to him, and that it was not actually robot speak.

If Only

2010-10-22T20:02:00.000-04:00

Throwing leaves around may not be as fun for me but taking pictures of the brats playing in them is pretty cool.

I am not sure if sitting in leaves is very fun. I cannot say for sure.

The Batman Debacle

2010-10-10T15:52:00.001-04:00

Things that do not turn out as planned just leave room for more jokes.

However, it was no joke last night when H1's cake did not fall in line with our plans - the cake turned out heavy and inedible (well, the taste was great but you probably could hit somebody over the head with it and inflict blunt force trauma - kidding, kidding H1!).

Instead, we woke to make cupcakes with a Batman Theme instead.

Batman & Friends plus Robin's Motorcycle. Plus Enemies.

When life throws you cupcakes, you stick Batman throwing a batarang at you, into one.

Link - not really a friend; really here for cupcake.

Uh, the blue turned out to be vintage Batman but not modern Dark Knight. Some may argue that that is baby boy blue but you just wouldn't know Vintage Batman, now would you?

Pumpkin Decorating was a big hit with the chirren. Stickers and Pumpkins go well together. Some awesome designs were made.


A'Face's Pirate Pumpkin is really cracking me up some.

However, I did not need no steenking instructions and to prove it, no pumpkin was as fantabulous as mine:

Zombie Pumpkin: A+

Now let us talk about the piñata.

Oh the piñata.

Exactly who are those things built for? I managed to crack the chest but the kids certainly could not bust that thing if a recently retired Corrections Officer could not (even after I cracked it).

It eventually got its come uppance but hey, what do you expect from Batman? He doesn't go down that easily and if you thought so, then you do not really know Batman, now do you?

The Be-heading of Batman. Not Kid Party Friendly.

All in all, I think BH had a great day. He got lots of prezzies of toys and clothes. The clothes he did not care much for but he also did not care for smaller toys. They were "blah blah blah". I don't know where he picked up this attitude from but he best be appreciating!

The small things are fun!

Actually now that I think about it, he didn't care for the medium-sized things.

Small things are okay; big things are okay. Medium-sized are crap.

I may not be able to dispute him but don't let him know. He should still be grateful!

An Inside Look: Batman the Piñata

2010-10-10T15:37:00.002-04:00

In preparation for BH's Batman & Friends themed birthday party, we purchased a 3D Batman piñata. It was a lot of hard work trying to deter H1 from filling said piñata with Nature's Candy (humiliated grapes).

In the end, we managed to fill the piñata with only the best.


What little boy would not want one of these. More importantly, which little girl would scream? bwahahaha.


How awesomely halloween!


skulls, ghosts, ninja mummies with parachutes. Why didn't H1 make a bag for me?

Seriously, what Batman & Friends theme party is complete without bats.

Now you know what's inside Batman and it's not actually Bruce Wayne.

At (Almost) Four Years Old: A Love Story, Part II

2010-09-29T22:56:00.003-04:00

BH was in the park with his Daddy. Due to this darned Indian Summer we've been having, the weather's been pretty sunny and mild, giving BH a few extra days to ride in the park with his jeep.

A little girl was playing in the park the day BH was rollin' through.

He spotted her and invited her for a ride. She was looking on eagerly.

"Come on in!" he said and motioned.

"Can I?" she asked Luuuuiiiiisssss.

"If it's okay with your mom, then yes," he replied.

Just then, the little girl's mother came around to see what was going on.

The girl asked if it would be okay, and the mother's response was, "Yeah girl, of course! You found yourself a man with a ride!"

It did not stop there.

After the little girl took a drive in the jeep, she called over her cousin for a jeep journey too.

So at the end of the day, BH had not one, but two girls go for a drive in the jeep.

It's true what they say then I guess - a nice car will impress the ladies.

And at almost four years old, this is not what I like to be talking about!

At Four Years Old: A Love Story, Part I

2010-09-29T22:45:00.000-04:00

At four years old, there should be no "love story". I don't want to hear anything about my boys talking about girlfriends. No!

Unfortunately, I had to hear all about it today.

A'Face and B'Head were on the playground and from the top of the jungle gym, A'Face while looking out, says "I don't see my girlfriend."

In the distance he spotted her. "BH! I see her! Let's go get her!"

Grandma nixed that immediately. "Oh no! You two stay right here!"

A'Face sometime later, had this little girl in his company and introduced her to BH as his girlfriend.

Back at the car, Grandma started asking 21 questions.

Grandma: What's her name, A'Face?
A'Face: Ummm....I don't know...
BH: Think, A'Face, think!
A'Face: Yes! "Think" is her name!

At four years old, there truly are no stories of love.

The Swimming Post

2010-09-29T22:22:00.001-04:00

The Adventures of Boo Head continued on Saturday last, as BH embarked on the First Adventures in Swimming Classes.

(Note: The above pictured Duck is not BH)

The kid loves the pool. He may not like a shower or a bath but he does love the pool. I will not let him know it's not just one giant bath, no. Maybe he really just does not like soap? Not sure.

Anyway, he was very excited for his first class.

'Take a picture of my swim trunks!" - BH

The Calm Before the Storm...

The duck and ded octopus before the Storm.

The Storm! Being made an example of - in a good way!

He was the teacher's first aid for

demonstration on proper technique to the class.

There actually was no "storm" or mishaps to talk about. BH did really well for his first class. He tried to do as the teacher said and did it beautifully. There was that one bit when he did not jump into the pool after the count of three as per the teacher's instructions but well, maybe he had seen this sign?

He was only really paying attention! Heh?

Lincoln is his friend.

But not as good a friend as his Mommy.

As a side note: I have to say though, I on the other hand was a freakin' mess. The pool made me a little nervous seeing it. There was some sort of reminder about terrifying childhood days of my own swimming classes and being physically ill having to go on Saturday mornings.

A Variation on the Composition

2010-09-27T22:22:00.004-04:00

Dah Doo Good Night Dee Dee Dats!

It's the DJ Night remix, obviously.

How Quickly They Forget

2010-09-27T22:06:00.000-04:00

With tears in his eyes, BH held Grandma's hands and said, "When I grow up, I will be a daddy. I will get a job and take care of you, Grandma".

"But Honey, I will be old by then."

"Don't worry, I will make you new again."

There were lots of hugs for grandson.

Then the very next day...

"Hi Bobo!" said Grandma, as she got into the car after work.

"We're going to Toys 'R US. You stay in the car and don't follow us."

I suppose love for Grandma can only be on Fridays but not Saturdays.

Currently listening to: "Forty Six & 2" by Tool.

Inappropriate

2010-09-25T19:17:00.000-04:00

The other day, BH was driving his jeep along with the radio blasting away. The radio picks up signals from actual radio stations so although it was no fault of anyone's, I found that "Sexual Healing" was a rather inappropriate tune for a 3 and a 1/2 to be listening to.

Uncle MC, please do not encourage him.

Self-Loathing

2010-09-19T10:43:00.001-04:00

A lot of people came into the McDonald's play room yesterday as BH, H1 and I were leaving. Many of the people who came spoke Spanish as a first language. As I was putting on his shoes, and BH was observing, I heard him say...

"Spanish..."

I waited for the rest of it quietly, fearing something not so p.c.

"...makes me angry."

And there it was.

"Okay, BH, let's go.... ::muttering:: now".

A Composition All His Own

2010-09-13T22:05:00.001-04:00

It goes a little something like this:

Doo Da Dee-dee Dats!

Take a bow, BH. Take a bow.

A Theatre First

2010-08-16T21:40:00.002-04:00

June 18th was a good day.

It was BH's first movie viewed in a theatre!

It was of course, the day Toy Story 3 came out.

Kiss the Evil Dr. Porkchop!

While it had The HOchieS crying, BH was a bit harder to read or at the very least, tougher than the 3 losers that are The HOchieS.

He claims his favourite scene was the Incinerator/Garbage Dump bit.

He's hardcore, that kid.

In a totally unrelated event from the movie, do you know what else you did not know about BH?

He's Jewish*

Yep, he converted June 18th.

*Disclaimer: Alright, so he's actually not Jewish nor is he mocking the Jewish faith. He put a frisbee on his head. Who hasn't?!

How Fun

2010-08-01T00:31:00.000-04:00

Water balloons are fun.

I apologise in advance for the nipple balloon.

His aim is not very good but he has fun chasing us and running away.

We had fun splashing balloons at his feet and hearing his joyful screaming and laughter.

It's good being a kid with a bucket full of water balloons for arsenal.

Too Much News

2010-08-01T00:24:00.002-04:00

I don't think I mentioned it, but BH has been very concerned about the Oil Spill in the Gulf.

He calls it the "Oil Slick".

He's worried about the fish but not so much the birds. He believes the birds can just fly away but the fish cannot really out swim the 'Oil Slick'.

He also believes that the "Oil Slick" has made its way to Manhattan and The Hudson River.

Little does he know that the Hudson is just dirty.

The other bit of news he has taken interest in these days are the Protests against the Law in Arizona and Illegal Immigrants.

Grandma explained what "illegal" meant and why there were protests.

Now he's concerned if H1 is "legal".

He has nothing to fear but Clownie is of the opinion that maybe we should lie to him sometimes.

Maybe Grandma needs to cut back on her news intake whilst around him because BH seems to be stressing over the news.

He's only Three and a Hass!

We Are Not, But Thanks For The Concern

2010-08-01T00:18:00.000-04:00

As we were sitting outside Uncle Bunji's house, blowing bubbles and rocking on the chair, BH and I had a discussion.

Or 2: Now Boobey, we have to go visit Moodou so you will have to stay with Grandma and Papa, okay? Little kids are not allowed in the Baby Ward of the Hospital.
BH: ::fussing::
Or 2: I know, but it's okay. You'll go to the Grocery store with Grandma and Papa.
BH: Why?
Or 2: Well, we need groceries. We don't have any at the moment.
BH: Why? Because you're poor?
Or 2: Urr. Um, No... But remember Grandma and Papa went away for a while and there was no need to have a lot of food in the house. We just need to go buy some now that they're back.
BH: Okay ::unconvinced::

Huh.

Not Quite

2010-08-01T00:14:00.000-04:00

We went to the Chinese Buffet place to pick up some dinner the other night. The parting mint are pillow mints, and I got some for Boo-Head.

He happily ate his pillow mint. He bit in and was surprised to discover it was a mint because I did not tell him what it was.

Then I explained it was a pillow mint.

BH: piwwo?
Or 2: pillow
BH: pi..wwo?
Or 2: Pillow. You know, like the pillow you sleep on. ::turned away for a second:: Except you don't...
BH: ::cradling his head with the pillow mint::
Or 2: Silly Boobey! You don't actually sleep on these. It's hard, right?
BH: :::confused:: Yes...

No worries, he now knows they're not for sleeping on. At least he did not say 'pirro'. I'd be more concerned that he was racist, and making fun of his Asian family!

Something You Never Knew

2010-08-01T00:09:00.000-04:00

According to A'Face, when you poom (fart), you burp.

A burp from the butt, if you will.

According to B'Head, "I poomed in my mouth."

Those burps not very pretty, are they?

A Cut Out Pig

2010-07-31T23:53:00.000-04:00

Self-explanatory, really.

He cut out the parts nicely and then, all that was left for Boo-Head to do

was give the Piggyh his face.

Well...

It's not to say that he didn't give the piggy a face... he just...didn't give it a cute one.

It is pretty hilarious though.

Scary, yes.

But hilarious nonetheless, this cheeky-eyed pig.

Poop: Who Knew?

2010-07-31T23:49:00.000-04:00

Your poop may not be as interesting as Boo-Head's.

Well, maybe it is but did you look at your poop recently and proclaimed that it involved "hydraulics and bacteria"?

No?

Well, it's like I said - maybe your poop is not interesting.

Throwing Words

2010-07-31T23:47:00.001-04:00

I cannot believe that on the 2nd day of life, Moodou already had to experience the evilness of a Guyanese person.

It's really such a horrible thing for poor Moodou.

While visiting X, Mk and Moodou at the hospital, we encountered some unpleasantries.

The couple next to X's room also had a baby. They also made it very clear to X that their baby was very Indian, and I quote, "The Most Indian Baby ever".

I am not sure why that was necessary to say but just because X's baby does not look Indian, it does not mean there's any shame!

Don't you worry, Moodou. Even if you don't look Indian, at least you won't have stupid blood like that person.

I'm fairly certain Moodou was not upset by anything though. He was quite happy being fed and bundled.

Tape

2010-07-05T12:00:00.001-04:00

Does anyone have any Goose Tape?

Boohead's top seems to be a little bit broken.

Oh no, duct tape need not apply.

Goose tape only, please.

Update on 7/31/2010:

By the way, duct tape is grey.

Goose tape is clear.

Update 4: The Stoler, Back

2010-07-05T11:53:00.000-04:00

Were you aware that The Stoler only steals things that he needs?

He also steals things that others may need - a sort of Robin Hood The Stoler, if you will.

In case you also did not know, Diesel (BH's stuffed puppy) eats pork. Where did he get pork from? The Stoler stole it for him.

The Stoler also was following BH in Walmart, he says. H1 made sure to stay clear of The Stoler so as to avoid an arrest in Walmart.

Last night was the most recent visit The Stoler. BH insisted he did not scatter the toys that were strewn about the living room. No, he did not take them out but The Stoler did. As such, The Stoler should have packed them away.

You See Water Lilies...

2010-06-09T23:43:00.000-04:00

I am sure you are all familiar with this Monet:

photo source: artnet.com

This particular piece hangs in the MoMa and is actually one of my favourites.

When we took Boo-Head to the MoMa some weeks/months ago, I forgot to mention his critique of Water Lilies

"It looks like a dirty pond".

And there you have it.

You thought it was a beautiful painting. Psh, shows how much we all know and just like that, I am re-thinking my love of that particular piece..

I sure hope he does not dash my dreams of my continued love of "OOF".

I might just have to keep him away from that for some years yet to preserve my sanity.

Art and A'Face

2010-05-16T23:39:00.001-04:00

While building Mr. Potato-Head figures, A'Face turned around and showed H1 and I something quite peculiar that he had made.

"It's a Picasso!" he exclaimed.

And he was right.

H1 and I were stunned...

Colour us impressed.

Too Soon

2010-05-16T22:59:00.000-04:00

The question that has been plaguing me for some time now is for how much longer would I be able to upkeep this blog.

Boo-Head is growing up very quickly and is becoming a bit of a 'big boy' with big boy attitude and mannerisms.

Sadly, the first sign of that sort of trouble happened today.

H1 was trying to tell him a ridiculous story and he calmly looked at her and said, "Mommy, do not do that. You are being silly."

H1 tells me it hurt her feelings and cut like a knife because it was so matter-of-fact.

The days are changing and the nature of this blog might soon change too...and apparently a lot sooner than I hoped.

A Day of Trickery

2010-05-16T13:24:00.002-04:00

BH got a new bicycle this week having outgrown his previous bike and with Summer fast approaching, the days for riding are here.

His cousins are staying with us for a little while until they have a place in NY to settle in to and the funnies just keep coming.

The new bike came home but there was no time to set it up the day of arrival.

The next day, with the bike still in the box, instructions were given to not mess around for fear of a falling heavy box on some children or parts going missing.

Grandma walked in to see that BH, A'Face and B'Cheeks were ignoring instructions.

"Who opened up the box? A'Face away from the box, and come inside BH, let's go! Away from the box too!"

Crying followed all the way into the bedroom but when laid down to change clothes, BH looked up at Grandma, smiled slyly and said quietly, "I told A'Face to open it, Grandma."

Tricks, they really are for kids and bicycles.

Update 3: The True Identity of The Stoler

2010-05-15T19:40:00.000-04:00

I have been sitting on this story for an entire week.

It's taking me days to sort through the details and to uncover any false statements that were made.

The Stoler came back.

The Stoler looks just like BH.

The Stoler, as we hear it, is another BH...another BH that looks just like regular BH and is another person named BH.

A bizarro BH, if you will.

BH has created an alter ego.

And he is 'stealing' things.

Update: We're Still Made...

2010-05-15T19:31:00.000-04:00

...of the good stuff.

Yesterday, we were told that little girls are made of "Pork Chops".

Today, it was merely "Pork".

What Are You Made Of?

2010-05-13T21:03:00.000-04:00

I'm certain we all know what little boys are made of.

Here's a refresher in case anyone needs it:

Slugs and snails, and puppy dogs' tails.

That's what little boys are made of.

Do you remember what little girls are made of?

Bacon

That's the Word according to BH, and don't you question the Word of BH!

This has not been the first time I have been *accused* of smelling like bacon or of being a little piggyh.

Everything makes a whole lot of sense now.

Furdiburb

2010-05-09T19:30:00.000-04:00

BH has been taking care of his Furdiburb. What's a Furdiburb you might ask? He's a little virtual creature that needs to be fed at meal times, showered and have his poop cleaned up.

He's a virtual pocket monster much like the digimon of years ago.

As you probably have realised from the second photo, having a crooked face and stripes is not normal. He is sick.

BH takes much better care of him than both his Mommy or I.

He insists to never feed him "Honey" which is actually sushi. I'm not sure why he thinks sushi is honey (I think it looks like it?) but he has concluded that everytime he eats sushi, Furdiburb usually ends up ill.

In real life, BH is all about honey.

It's a good thing BH can keep his real life separate from his Furdiburb's life.

Maggie and Her Friend

2010-05-08T23:52:00.000-04:00

For some weeks now, BH has been all about board games.

There's one in particular that he loves, involving a photo expedition to various vacation spots, a little girl named Maggie, a pig named Hamilton and Maggie's great big friend who happens to be a Yellow Beast with Red Spots.

BH plays the game quite well and is most often the winner, especially when he uses clever cheating tricks to foil his opponents.

The characters of the game are quite popular and one may be inclined to say that the show is called Maggie and the Ferocious Beast.

This is not so to BH, however.

I present to you a game featuring Maggie and the 'Rocious Beast.

Crabs, Crap and Dinosaurs: The Unholy Alliance You Never Saw Coming

2010-05-08T23:41:00.000-04:00

Yesterday BH watched some of the new animated Batman. This is not related but grant me a bit of a nerd rant, if I may...

The majority of American Action cartoons are just not made to be good these days from my experience. The stories are always poorly written, the animation is pathetically hideous and the voice actors are not even trying.

I feel sorry for BH, having to grow up on rubbish.

Thank you and now back to the story at hand...

After watching Batman, BH began watching Ben 10.

I suppose before he went to bed, he was still watching Ben 10. I do not know too much about this show but I do know that alien monsters are involved.

At around 10:30 p.m., I received a call from BH.

"...inaudible... On Ben 10, the Craposaur is coming!", I was told.

"The wha'...? What is that?", I replied.

"The Craposaur! He's going to come!", was the response.

This conversation about a Craposaur was followed by H1's hysterical laughing. She informed me that there was actually a "Crab" monster on Ben 10 but for some reason, BH cannot say crab.

Or maybe he honestly believes that it is a Craposaur.

I'm not certain how the dinosaur bit came in but maybe it looked like that.

I can safely say that I hope to never see such an unholy alliance or beast come my way anytime soon or ever.

Seis de Mayo

2010-05-06T22:22:00.001-04:00

At 3 years old, BH will not be of the legal drinking age for another 18 years.

However, it appears that one need not to partake of the Drinking Festivities of Cinco de Mayo to act totally confused and exhibit 'runk-like behaviour the day after.

Today he asked Grandma for short pants but could not think of the words he needed. He instead blurted out that he needed a "Bottom-Shirt".

In addition to the Bottom-Shirt, he muddled his words when asking for a sibling.

He requested a "girl brother".

Next year, I am going to take note of his behaviour the day after St. Patty's.

A Boy and His Bubbles

2010-05-03T21:35:00.002-04:00

As H1 says, is there any kid who does not love bubbles?

I mean, really.

I still love them.

BH had fun in the yard on Sunday and with this ultra-cool toy and how could he not?

Run!

Amazing!

Hide? Where'd he go?

There he is! Back at it.

Bubbles? Gaseous bubbles? Suspicious!

"Look at my handiwork. I'm the most awesome."

Dancing with bubbles on a lazy Sunday, almost Summer afternoon.

That's the life

The Stoler: An Update

2010-05-03T21:21:00.002-04:00

He's back, that The Stoler.

Today, there was talk of him again and I have new, shocking news.

The Stoler is now 4, and is hairy. So hairy in fact, that he needs to go to the Barber.

I came to the conclusion that The Stoler must have turned 4 within the past week or maybe that his birthday is even today, but silly me.

H1 had a somewhat more plausible scenario.

She believes that Grandma's initial hunch that The Stoler is in fact BH, is the truth!

Evidence 1:

BH has been going around introducing himself as BH, Age 4.

Conclusion:

All of sudden, The Stoler is 4!

Evidence 2:

BH went to get his hair cut last Saturday.

Conclusion:

It is very likely that BH is referring to an Alter Ego he has assumed.

In an interesting Investigative Report regarding this case, BH informs me that I have been victimized. He tells me that The Stoler stole my DSi when I asked him if he saw that thing recently.

That loon does not know that I already took my DSi back last week.

Here are my two cents:

1. BH is good at covering his tracks because his shock and bewilderment as to where the DSi was seemed genuine. Almost...too genuine.

2. I am The Stoler!

These developments are still rolling in for this story and I will keep all apprised.

We'll get to the bottom of this.

Stay tuned...

Worries

2010-05-02T11:17:00.002-04:00

This weekend has been full of concerns for a little BH.

BH: Today's Mommy and Daddy day?
H1: Yes, it's Saturday.
BH: You don't have to go to work?
H1: Nope, not today.
BH: What about Boobey?
H1: No, it's Saturday. Boobey does not have to go to work either.
BH: ::pause:: I worry about Boobey.

Today, we awoke to the news that there was a bomb in a car located at Times Square last night.

This has everyone here concerned including BH. He is now worrying that The HOchieS have to go to work and does not want us to go anymore.

Considering his conversation yesterday and what happened last night, I'm more worried that he is like his mother - that's some Obeah right there!

The Stoler

2010-05-01T17:44:00.000-04:00

One morning last week, there was talk of...The Stoler.

According to BH, The Stoler came and "stoled" things.

What did he take?

What does he look like?

How'd he get in here?

The only details I got were that The Stoler is about as tall as BH is and the same age.

Later that day, Grandma heard about The Stoler as well.

Can you believe The Stoler was coming out of the neighbour's house?!

Grandma asked the same questions I did and got the same responses I did.

Being the clever one, Grandma suspected that The Stoler was BH himself.

BH felt those accusations were misdirected and was very upset.

Out Sick

2010-04-28T20:58:00.001-04:00

I stayed home today due to a cold.

When BH got home from school, he was very eager to take care of me.

I was bombarded with an orange, two apples and a box of tissues.

When it came time give me orange juice, he hurriedly brought me a cup of the stuff.

I did find it puzzling that he was drinking it before he handed it over and when questioned, I received the following reply.

BH: I have to try it first. That's what nurses do. They taste it before they give it.

Oh.

Perhaps I should have asked for some credentials?

Tip-Toe

2010-04-28T11:24:00.001-04:00

Through the Dandelions!

I always thought it was tulips...

Really there was no tip-toeing but these are what Saturdays should be all about...

Eating dandelions

and practicing the arts of magic by using dandelion wands.

Parking the Car

2010-04-28T11:10:00.001-04:00

Excellent job there, Boo-Head.

I just noticed some shade though.

Where's the license plate on this car? Hm. I should call the cops.

A Rival at the Mall

2010-04-28T10:55:00.000-04:00

I'm not so clear on the details of the story but I understand BH went to the mall on Saturday and there was a kid about his age in the car next to his.

I think the kid may have been harrassing him or trying to get his attention in some sort of impolite manner.

Having none of that nonsense, BH firmly told the kid when he was leaving:

"Don't forget to mind your manners!"

I hope I never get told.

Saturday Morning: Passengers and Deliveries, Part II

2010-04-24T21:21:00.001-04:00

What about that delivery to be made?

Was there anything to deliver this Saturday Morning?

Why yes!

There's someone waiting for a package now!

It's X!

Let's go make that delivery!

The exchange...

With money in hand and a satisfied customer...

It's time to get outta here.

All that talk of getting rid of the Saturday mail to save costs - there's no need for that. Just give the kid a dollar per package and he will deliver.

Saturday Morning: Passengers and Deliveries, Part I

2010-04-24T20:59:00.002-04:00

Another Saturday morning, another day to make some deliveries.

What?

Since when?

Ah yes.

It's Spring now and that means the Jeep received as a Christmas present is now being driven around in the neighbourhood.

Afterall, it's wonderful weather for such an activity.

The Jeep has a passenger seat and lots of room for packages (I saw some sneakers in the trunk!), so Boo-Head is willing to give anyone a ride.

Unfortunately, I am not small enough and certainly too fat to hitch a ride.

The Cheat on the other hand is another story.

It turns out that The Cheat is a little too fat for the seatbelt. The seatbelt came off a little ways out of the yard.

Since we are all about safety first here at the HOchieS, we decided to tuck The Cheat into a comfortable position at the base of the seat.

Well that did not really work out for The Cheat because everytime the Jeep hit a bump, all I could hear was screeching from Teh C.

"Meh!!!"

"Rehehreh!"

"REEEEEEEHHHHH!!!"

Boo-Head and I both decided that it would be best if The Cheat would go back indoors.

A Trip: Downtown and Midtown

2010-04-24T08:39:00.002-04:00

It's been a while since we spoke about the HOchieS' last trip to Dim Sum and the Tim Burton Exhibit at the MoMa.

What we did not discuss, was Boo-Head's Hijinks that very same day.

The first bit of unpleasant news to report:

So it may appear that he is eating dim sum with no fuss, right?

Alas, that is not entirely true.

I think we have confirmed our fears from this trip and a few before it.

BH does not like dim sum.

Whose kid is this?!

I also see he is using a fork in this picture. That's not really something to complain about though because he enjoys using his chopsticks but has not mastered them yet.

With heavy hearts at this sad revelation and admission over the dim sum fiasco, we then went to Midtown.

Who can ride the subway like a pro?

Check that subway ridin' kid out, man.

What's he checking out?

There were lots of people on the street! And so much to see!

Um, yes. So much to see.

So we finally made it to the MoMa. Who knew there was a Shape Lab? H1 informs the Shape Lab is all about...shapes.

You learn about shapes and you play with ...shapes?

Exciting stuff and way better than the Tim Burton Exhibit as far as a BH is concerned.

In fact, who could blame him from not wanting to go into that Exhibit?

Especially when the entrance looks like this...

::BH sees the Scary Mouth Tunnel Entrance::

BH: I don't want to go in there!

H1: Uh oh...

BH: It's scary! No!
Two Random People: Aww! He doesn't want to go in because it's scary! He's smart, who would want to go in that tunnel?

BH: Tunnel?

As everyone should know, if you're entering a tunnel, then you're probably going to be finding a train.

So off he went willingly into the Tim Burton Exhibit.

And quickly left having been tricked.

The Car Show

2010-04-11T01:55:00.000-04:00

Every year, Luuuuiiissss has a tradition of going to the Car Show in the city on Good Friday.

Next year, Luuuuiiissss may be inclined to start a new tradition of taking BH along on the trip.

Until then or whenever the time comes, it seems BH has taken to planning a car show of his own.

I was greeted by the following display when I arrived home after work that Friday...

Wow.

His show even has a train?

Who needs to go to the one in Manhattan?

Show and Tell

2010-04-11T01:44:00.000-04:00

At his new school, BH has to participate in Show and Tell.

This is a new concept to him and being unfamiliar, he already decided before the event that he did not like it nor did he want to do it.

For two days straight we tried to explain what Show and Tell involved and how exciting it could be.

For two days straight including the morning of, the fussing about not wanting to do Show and Tell was made very clear to us.

I happened to be home on Thursday - you guessed it, the day of Show and Tell - and went with Papa to drop BH to school.

We convinced him to take a train to school but told him that he did not 'have' to do Show and Tell.

Now pay attention because this is how BH tricks us (a little Show and Tell display of my own):

As soon as he got into the school, the teacher saw his train in hand and asked if that was for Show and Tell.

For a second, I thought to myself, "oh no Lady, you do not want to ask about that because you are going to be witness to a fit."

I could not even think the words fast when BH blurted out, "yes".

Hold on.

What?

Did that kid just say "yes" as in "yes" he brought a train for Show and Tell? When just mere minutes before he was adamant that he 'boring' the Show and Tell?

...Dare I say the obvious?

::sigh::

Fine.

He showed us.

Another Update

2010-04-11T01:35:00.000-04:00

Boo-Head started a new school this week.

Can you believe there's a different Rowan in this new school?!

I wonder if this one's a cat too?

I will be sure to question him tomorrow.

After Breakfast

2010-04-09T22:36:00.001-04:00

Perhaps Nutella Monster Pancakes with Banana slices for eyes was not just cutting it (I thought we cut it!).

Or maybe after such an event, a date with play-doh is required.

Whatever it was, BH insisted that I was still hungry and that I needed to order a Play-Doh Lunch. That reminds me, I have to teach him about the wonders that are "Second Breakfast" and "Elevensies".

For lunch, I ordered ramen.

"Noodles, please," I asked.

Noodles I did receive.

Those are some fine looking noodles. Udon, maybe?

"But wait!" I exclaimed. "Have you a bowl for me?"

"Sure," was the reply from BH.

The dog bowl?

Suddenly I was not feeling that hungry anymore.

Next, it was H1's turn to order.

"Takoyaki, please," she replied when asked.

"They're awfully small," H1 said.

Does she not know that beggars cannot be choosers?

She prattled off a bunch of things too including soba noodles as part of her order.

With everything made, it was time to serve.

Straight into the dog bowl. Again.

Wait, isn't that going on top of my food?

At the end of it all, I think H1 and I came out winners. We got a lot but paid nothing.

Or paid dearly with our aching stomachs.

Something like that.

But as I said, beggars can't be choosers.
Oh hey, I think I see a strawberry in there...

Making Breakfast

2010-04-09T22:19:00.001-04:00

Last Saturday was a Pancakes for Breakfast kind of day.

BH is always quite the willing one to go assist his Mommy (who he has started calling 'Momma' again, much to her delight).

Stop and turn, and signal to the right.

Oh wait. Let's try that again.

Crack, Crack, Crack the egg into the bowl.

M-I-X the flour into the bowl

Crack, Crack, Crack the egg into the bowl

M-I-X the flour into the bowl

Put the (pan)cake (on) in the (stove) oven for a while
Leave it there, come on, clean the pile

After the stellar mixing, egg-cracking and Parappa the Rappin', the end result made some kind of... well, see for yourself.

A Nutella Monster with Banana Eyes.

Okay, everyone calm down.

Get a knife, quick!!! and!!!

Phew, that was a close one.

Domo

2010-04-04T12:06:00.001-04:00

When 7-11 had their Domo Invasion promotion, Luuuuiiiisssss got us two of the collectible Domo cups.

we got the two end ones.

For some reason, Boo-Head has decided that the word is "Domocup", and what's more he uses it as an insult.

For example,

H1: Hi Domocup

BH: NO! You're a DOMOCUP!!!!!

Uncle Bunji is constantly being insulted.

Yesterday, BH went to Carvel with his parents. When he and H1 were going back to the car, there were some noisy teenagers milling near where H1's car was parked.

H1 ::muttered::: Hm, the teenagers are sure being noisy.

BH took matters into his own hands.

BH: QUIET, DOMOCUPS!!!!!

Yeah, teenagers. He was talking to you. It'd be best if you moved along because you just got told.

Where The Wild Things Are

2010-04-04T11:55:00.000-04:00

BH and family were watching Where the Wild Things Are. Early on, Max was being naughty and acting out.

BH made an observation.

BH: Max is acting up because he's lonely.

Okay then.

Quitting Time

2010-04-04T11:48:00.001-04:00

H1: BH, come clean up your moon sand from the table please.
BH: I don't want to! I...I quit you! I won't talk to you anymore.

Then while brushing teeth, BH was not listening to Mommy because he was swallowing the water instead of spitting.

H1: You're not doing a good job today.
BH: I don't like you anymore!
H1: You don't like me? Why?
BH: Because I don't like it when you tell me I'm not doing a good job.

Maybe I can tell Grandma this story, so we can start quitting him when he's acting up.

A taste of his own medicine might be in order.

Easter Sunday Shenanigans

2010-04-04T10:47:00.001-04:00

Happy Easter from Boo-Head here on the Hi Jinks.

This morning, we discussed many things including "Peeps". It is important to note that Boo-Head calls them "Peepees".

Or 2: Look, BH. This is your first Peep. First we must talk about how we eat them. Do you want to start eating by biting the head? The tail? or the chest?
BH: Umm, the chest.
Or 2: Okay. Here you go. Now go share the rest of this peep with your daddy.
::Luuuuuiiiissss starts eating the Peep::
BH: No! Don't eat the Peepee!!!!

Or 2: See here, BH? There's a peep for every season. There's Valentine's Day, Easter, Halloween, and Christmas.
BH: Look! There's also a happy peep! He's smiling.
Or 2: Peeps are always happy.
Luuuuiissss: Until you eat them.
Or 2: Aww, it's okay...
BH: I don't want to eat peeps anymore!

BH: See Papa? This is my MOON Sand!
Or 2: Moon sand? And does this moon sand come from the sun?
BH: No, it comes from the Easter Bunny.
Or 2: But where does the Easter Bunny get it from?
BH: ...The Easter Factory!

In the Backyard, Hanging Out with My Cousin II: The A'Face Edition

2010-04-04T09:46:00.000-04:00

Bucket game aside, there are other things to do in Or 2's backyard.

Pine Cones can be Fun:

A lonely pine cone.

Lonely, no longer.

Ack! Sand in the eyes! Stupid pine cone!

Okay, so maybe the pine cone wasn't such a great idea.

Rocks, now those things can be Fun:

Check out my strawberry, Suga'Face!

(Suga'Face here: I could have sworn

it was a rock but I lack imagination, clearly)

Burying the ro...strawberry? But why?

Is that how we treat our strawberries in this day and age?

Tada! Gone!

Well that was a rather...enlightening experience.

Brooms can be Fun (Again):

I spy with my little eye...

Something that begins with "B"

What to do with a broom other than sweep? I've got it!

Suga' Face: Hold on a second, buddy.

What are you planning on doing with that broom, A'Face?!

Can't we talk about this first? Wait..wait...wai..

This'll learn you to take me to your

steenking non-fun Backyard, Suga'Face.

That was the last thing I saw.

However, here I am to tell the tale and thankfully did not end up like that strawberry.

In the Backyard, Hanging Out with My Cousin

2010-04-03T23:24:00.000-04:00

What sort of fun things can a kid do when his cousin comes for a visit?

Why, play in the sand where the pool once stood.

I know, it kinda skeeved me out too.

To get to the sand area, one has to roll down a "hilly" bit. Once there, the fun begins.

Lots of hard work, that hill-rolling.

What game does a kid play with his cousin who came for a visit, now that they're in the sand?

Why, the game involving putting sand into a bucket.

Games, as we are all aware, have rules.

The ground rules for this particular game are as follows:

Zen Garden the sand. With broom in hand,

your playing field will be even.

And let us not forget...beautiful.

That's correct. Observe the broom.

Get the broom.

Be the broom.

Only after the business of the broom, may you begin to play "Fill the Dirty Bucket with Sand".

Leave the two-handed bucket

filling to the professionals.

After some time, your bucket should look like this.

My, looking good if I do say so.

Oh, it needs more sand does it?

Well how was I to know? I wasn't invited to play this game.

The game ends when a sigh escapes from Boo Head.

It's the sort of sigh I associate with "I'm bored".

I could have been mistaken though.

Filling a bucket one-quarter of the way up seems rather taxing for two pairs of hands.

Pre-Trip Jitters

2010-04-03T23:00:00.001-04:00

There were lots of questions regarding the upcoming trip to Baltimore that H1 and Luuuuiiisssss have planned for BH.

By Plane or Train?

Car.

Are we staying by Uncle Bunji?

No, it's Baltimore, not NC.

Where are we staying then?

A Hotel.

It was then the exchange became sour.

Boo Head does not want to go to Baltimore.

Try as she might - details about fun activities including a day at the aquarium - H1 can not convince BH to go to Baltimore.

It's simple, really.

"There are ghosts in the hotel," he says.

All H1 needed to hear was "ghosts" come out of his mouth and immediately I became the fall guy (just because his first encounter with 'GhOOOsts" was his observation of my Luigi's Mansion action figure when he was 2 years old, does not mean I am responsible!).

It was not my fault and I would like you all to know that it never is!

This time (remember, never me) it was the television show Olivia.

Update

2010-04-03T20:28:00.000-04:00

This is an update to that Rowan business some weeks ago.

The truth, we are told, is that Rowan is a girl.

And with that, the mystery is solved and we can all go home now.

A Ticket to the Sun

2010-04-03T20:19:00.002-04:00

It's sort of hard making up blog titles sometimes you know.

Anyway, as we discussed before, BooHead is on the path of righteousness.

Unlike his cousins A'Face and B'Cheeks, he despises pop (so far) and loves rock.

He is even more awesome because he loves certain songs by The Beatles.

His renditions are slightly off cannon...

Ticket to Ride

"She's got a ticket to riiiIde/
She's got a ticket to riiiIIIIiiide/
She's got a ticket to riiiiIIIIde!
And he don't care."

The last line used to be sung with such definitive force (and incorrectly) that we came to the conclusion that "he" was a hater.

Here Comes The Sun

"Here comes the Sun...do do do doo/
Here comes the Sun and I say/
It's alright."

For a while, every morning he would sing this song, convinced that his singing was actually bringing out the sun from its slumber.

One morning his singing did not work. It was overcast and raining.

Feeling lied to, BooHead did not sing it for a good week or two.

Then, it started up again.

But the last time it was raining, he had a plan...

"Here comes the rain...do do do doo/
Here comes the rain and I say/
It's not alright/
But it's okay."

The Explanation of Death Had Nothing to Do With Me.

2010-03-28T21:55:00.002-04:00

Conversations about "God" and "Death" occurred these past two weeks.

BH was stubborn and jumped off from a high place in the backyard. He fell but did not hurt himself.

Grandma: BH, I told you not to jump from there because you could hurt yourself! You could have broken an arm or something!
BH: But I didn't hurt myself ::argumentative crying::
Grandma: I know and thank God you did not!
BH: Why are you thanking God? He's not here.

While driving through town, H1 noticed that a local shop was having a major clearance sale as sadly the owner lost her battle with cancer.

H1: Oh no...they're closing up. The owner died...
BH: Why did she die?
H1: Well honey, she had cancer.
BH: What happens now?
H1: Well some people believe that when you die, your soul goes to heaven.
BH: You know when you die, a fairy comes out of you.
H1: What? A fairy? Are you sure you don't mean a spirit?
BH: No, a fairy.
H1: And where did you learn this?
BH: Link and Zelda.

I never taught him about fairies and Link, okay?! I think he heard that myth from H1!

Another Rule

2010-03-13T14:54:00.001-05:00

Today at McDonalds' playground for breakfast, BH was adventuring in the jungle gym giant tube.

H1 was observing the fun from the ground and notice that down the slide BH went, until he got into the clear container area where a little girl was sitting.

H1 noticed that BH suddenly jumped up and quickly ran off.

When asked what happened after coming down the slide and to H1, BH responded, "I just poomed on her and left."

Yes, the rule is you quickly do your business and run off.

Smart.

The Rule

2010-03-13T14:47:00.000-05:00

For those of you who may not know, the term for passing gas in Trini speak is "poom".

Yesterday, BH was frantically running all around in discomfort and had quite a few smelly pooms - a good indication that he needs to use the bathroom for pooping.

Grandma, on to his tricks grabbed him up to use the facilities.

BH has decided that he no longer wants to use the potty because he does not like the smell of his own poop (at least I know he is not smug because I equate that to not liking the smell of his own farts), hence the reason Grandma has to pick him up and put him to use the toilet.

It was then a new rule was laid down for Grandma to understand:

BH: No Grandma, "One poom means 'no'. Two means 'you have to go' "

Currently listening to: BH doing some substraction math with some M&Ms and H1.

So, How About Them Gooses?

2010-03-09T21:35:00.000-05:00

BH came home from school today and excitedly told Grandma that there was a trip to the park.

BH: Grandma! I went to the park today! I saw lots and lots of gooses!
Grandma: You did? Well you know, honey...when there's more than one goose, it's called 'geese'.
BH: Yeah! I saw lots of geeses!

He's three.

He'll learn.

'Runk

2010-03-09T21:32:00.000-05:00

Dinner on Sunday was made by H1.

We feasted on a penne pasta dish with shrimp, cooked in a cream-based tomato sauce infused with white wine.

The meal was good but the conversation was even better.

Luuiiiissssss: This food is great!
H1: Thanks, I think it's the wine in the sauce. I like it.
Luuiiiiisssss: You're feeding my son wine?!
H1: Oh please. The wine burnt off a long time ago when it was cooking.
BH: ...I'm drunk!

Snow Day: Scenario II

2010-03-08T23:28:00.000-05:00

The Story of a Boy and His Lost Snow Boot

When we last saw our hero, he was trekking off into the Great Unknown (otherwise known as the Backyard), on a journey of discovery with shovel in hand and 2 feet of snow to explore.

It turns out that his Epic Journey was not meant to be, as minutes later the unthinkable happened.

A little help here would be really welcome right about now.

Mommy! Do you not see that my boot is stuck?

Help! Mommy, I lost my boot! Help me, Mommy!

Taking pictures and laughing or helping your son?

Man, I REALLY boring you guys.

~THE END~

Snow Day: Scenario I

2010-03-08T23:19:00.000-05:00

The awesome snow day we recently had meant an extra day at home with BH.

An extra day at home with BH meant awesome snow day memories had with pictures to show for it!

Playing with snow by trying to push it

through the neighbour's fence? Fun!

Shoveling? Manual Labour is definitely not fun.

Giving up before I start though, that seems like a good idea.

They're on to me! I might as well do as they want...wait.

Um, they don't honestly expect me

to tackle the backyard by myself....right?

No one's stopping me.

I boring you guys.

A Video Game Wreck

2010-02-22T10:41:00.001-05:00

He's a serious Junkie!

But at least he's going in the direction I'd like him to go.

He loves Link and The Legend of Zelda and recognized it easily in the store. He also tried to get some kid to be interested as well but that kid only wanted wind-up toys. Psh, 2 year olds.

I am told this morning that he did not want to play as Mario but as the Green Guy, Luigi.

Beetchie and Bughie J., aren't you proud?

Trickery

2010-02-22T10:28:00.000-05:00

For the past few weeks, BH has a new phrase to say when he's really sorry and that is, "I am Double-Decker sorry!"

I don't know where he got that one from but the other day, he used it on his father who had not heard it before.

Luuuuiiisss found it cute and smiled and when BH saw that he quit his crocodile tears to think to himself out - loud, "Well, that worked."

Be Kind

2010-02-12T21:17:00.000-05:00

Be kind to your paw-footed friends

for a cat may be somebody's

Rowan.

While trying to sort out the treat bags for the school's Valentine's Day celebrations, H1 needed to know how many girls and boys were in the class.

H1: Is Rowan a boy or a girl?

BH: Ummm, I don't know.

H1: Okay, well let's try this...::proceeds to name all the kids and ask boy or girl:::

BH: ::Answers correctly for everyone::

H1: ...and Rowan is a...?

BH: a cat.

So there you have it.

Rowan is a cat.

A day later, we found out that Rowan was a 'somebody' according to BH.

Somebody's cat? I'm not sure.

Just for the record, I highly doubt Rowan's as gOOd-looking as my Pumpkin featured above.

Awww, I love my scary Halloween cat.

Booger Hero

2010-02-06T14:42:00.000-05:00

Grandma got lots of the nasties out of Boobey's nose the other day and he called her his Hero.

I was not going to post this one but everyone else found it amusing.

Bleck.

Sometimes

2010-01-31T19:16:00.000-05:00

I have been wanting a pink cloud for well over a month and every chance I remember, I would ask Boobey if he would provide me with one.

A few days ago I said to him, "Hey, how come no one bought me my pink cloud yet?"

He responded with, "that's because sometimes no one likes you. But it's okay, I will buy one for you."

Before I got the pink cloud this weekend, the following occured -

Grandma: Are you going to get Boobey a pink cloud?
BH: Mommy will buy it for her.

He ordered it himself at the ice-cream bar.

BH: I'll take 2 pink clouds please. Actually, make it 3.
H1 to the parlour attendant: Um, no. 1's fine

The Card

2010-01-31T19:03:00.000-05:00

H1 could hear a little voice coming from the bottom of the stairs.

BH found a Christmas card and was reading its contents aloud.

"Dear BH,

I miss you.

Luz, Santa".

His Guys

2010-01-24T16:18:00.000-05:00

BH never really had an interest in stuffed animals.

There was the brief luz affair with Albino Mickey, which I despaired over but other than that, we suspect he may not have much of an imagination in a way that it is not often will he play pretend.

He's very matter-of-fact while A'Face is the one who will play along with set ups such as Buzz.

These days though, he has "his guys".

His choice of stuffed animals to sleep with and wake up in the night frantically looking for - covers them when they're cold and it's bedtime are a bit on the absurd, odd side.

Well, there's nothing wrong with peek-a-boo bear, but The Cheat?

H1 also despairs that they are rather huge and that he couldn't choose smaller animals.