Luz

"I luz you".

Not to be confused with "love", of course.

When did he become so street?

Non-Believer

BH does not believe in Santa Claus.

Before anyone thinks of pointing fingers in my direction, I would like to say that I had nothing to do with it but I am glad it saves me the trouble of having to deal with that fabrication and explanation later.

When asked who will give him presents, if not Santa Claus, he responded that Grandma, Papa, Daddy, Mommy, Boobey and X provide him with such.

In the Meadow

Or 2: In the Meadow we can build a...
BH: Marble Run!

Who needs a snowman anyway?

Scissors

BH: Scissors! I need scissors!
H1: I don't know where your scissors are.
BH: They're in my room! Scissors!
H1: If you know they're in your room, then you should go get them. Don't be sending me to get them for you...who do you think I am?

::pause::

BH: Boobey.

He cuts me deep, that one.

Back-Chatting

H1: You're lucky you're so cute, or else the ugly would have been beaten out of you a long time ago.

BH: I will beat the ugly out of you!

What Do You See?

"More Snacks, More Snacks...what do you see?/
I see more snacks, looking at me!"

Brown Bear never sounded so good.

King of the (Dirt) Hill

What's a boy to do with all the dirt presented to him in his backyard?

Why, run a bulldozer through it, of course.



And oops!



I may not be Jill, but I can tumble like nobody's buisness!

Store Adventures

At the supermarket a few weekends ago, Boohead and Mommy were taking a spin through the aisles, with B'H in the shopping cart and Mommy taking a sharp corner.

::screeeeccchhhh:: or the Trini equivalent ::eeuurrrkksss:::

BH: That's good driving, Mommy.
H1: Thanks, honey.
BH: I like that driving, it makes my red hair blow in the wind.

I may have to disown him.

At the clothing store last weekend, Boohead and Mommy were roaming the aisles, trying clothes and looking in the mirror.

BH: I want to see a mirror
H1: Here, why don't you try on these hats while you're at it?
BH: ::tries on first:: Too furry. (and it was)
H1: Okay. How about this one?
BH: ::tries on second:: Too big.
H1: Okay. Ooh, here's one.
BH: ::tries on third:: 2.99!

I told them he knew how to read since he was about one year old. I told them.

A'Face and A'Cheeks

Our loveable two visited recently.

As it turns out, no longer does BooHead take beatings from A'Face but he's now all about repaying all the times he was wronged.

Other than the few scuffles, here are a couple of memorable moments the NC HOChie Chirren left us with:

1. It was very cold on the Thursday I spent with A'Face. Cold enough to warrant a winter coat, gloves and a hat. Unfortunately, we did not have a hat that was acceptable to A'Face's liking.

After Grandma gave him the grey and dark blue number, he said, "I need a mirror."

We directed him to the room, where he looked at himself, started laughing and pulled it off, "No."

Well.

The hoodie was okay enough and apparently had to be.

2. A'Cheeks - not only does she fancy herself a pole, she also fancies herself a slapping hand.

As she was sitting on her daddy's lap, H1 came around trying to taunt the little one. Putting her head on Bunji's shoulder, she said to A'Cheeks, "Mmmyy Daddyyyy".

POW.

The hand went up, and the face was slapped.

H1 got told.

I miss them.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

Happy Birthday, little Boobey.

I can't believe it's been 3 years already! Time really flies... hope you had a good time at the circus and loved up all your presents.

Love you lots,

Boobey.

Two Lost Causes

Ever since Bunji moved away from us, his sanity has been slipping away.

From loving the Fray to all manner of pop songs, I just don't know where I went wrong.

I feel responsible for him.

I also feel responsible for the chirren.

A'Face is sadly following his father.

In "Sing Star", he was quietly with microphone in hand, singing his little heart away the awful tune of "Beautiful" by James Blunt.

And the other day in the car, he was singing that obscene wrong song, Do the Helen Keller.

What?

And now Chunky Boo.

Just when I thought things could not be worse, Chunky Boo goes forth and distresses me even more.

This is really upsetting, so I hope whoever is reading this is sitting down.

Every time she sees a pole, she goes up to it, holds on and starts to dance.

...

I have to make sure BH doesn't go the way of evil though he is starting to dance without rhythm these days.

I am worried.

Currently listening to: "Believe Me Natalie" by The Killers. How inappropriately appropriate! Ugh!

Vacation

In June, after months of requesting one, BH finally had his Beach Party.

Here are a few vacation pics:






He had fun times.

Currently listening to: "Reunion" by Junya Nakano, from the Dew Prism Original Soundtrack.

A Run for a Run

BH's present for pooping in the potty was a bad-assed marble run that H1 picked out.



Look at it! Makes you people want to come over to our house, right?

I'd say it'd make you want to use the potty but that didn't work out on him. He refused to be bribed. The marble run was just not as important as we thought it to be and he would rather resist.

Sometimes it really sucks he's so stubborn and determined.

Startin' Him Off Early

It was never our intent for him to be acquainted with video games until he was I don't know, 10 or so but certainly not at 2.5 years old.

Unfortunately, you hang around a gamer, you pick up gaming, I guess?

I made sure to not play Grand Theft Auto IV: Chinatown Wars around him.

I can assure all that I made sure I was not poppin' caps in people's asses during turf wars or stealing cars in his presence.

His father on the other hand may have stolen a car or two and went driving with him in GTA:IV.

BH enjoyed watching the "ghost" game: Persona 3, while I played though I didn't play that around him either or do anything other than go to school or occasionally visit the Velvet Room.

The song that plays in that space is kind of creepy with operatic vocals and I don't know where he gets this stuff from but he always wanted me to go see "Ghooosstttss". He associated the eerie sound with ghosts and thus his obsession continues.

One of his current favourites is Crash Bandicoot.

Like most people, he is fascinated by the Tiki Mask, and more so the sound the Mask makes when one collects it.

He doesn't like it when I hit the turtles but he's okay with the spinning attack on some 'kunks (skunks).

So far, his favourite game is Patapon 2. He may love those little one-eyed beasts almost as much as I do and is very upset with them right now that they're building a bridge and cannot be bothered (ie I am finished with the game and won't play it anymore). He keeps asking for them though and will once in a while ask if they are finished building their bridge. I told him that it'd probably take them about 2 years or so to complete.

He likes digging up the garden and wacking pinatas in Viva Pinata. I...don't know anything about that or why H1 would allow such a blatant display of violence.

But it might explain why he will tell his daddy to go "get" certain types of cars in GTA:IV.

Of course, the game that started it all was his love of The Ramones and Rock Band.

He has graduated from singing and is starting to play an instrument...kind of.



::sniff::

I'm so proud!

The Bee

One day, while BH and I were running around the yard, he decided that he would play a bee and 'sting' me.

Regardless of what H1 thinks, I maintain that I did not teach him this nonsense nor is he 'pick up' his ridiculousness from me. He inherited it from his mother.

Learning to Fib

Today in the car, he told his mommy that he was 'tarving. Starving, even. And starving, still.

It was of course, Grandma who starved him all day, according to his story.

All this drama for a sit down dinner at the Train Station and some nerds candy.

It turns out that when I got home, Grandma was starving me.

Can you believe that woman failed to have my hot dogs ready and waiting?!

It Finally Came

The Poop finally came and rested itself in the potty.

There was a tad bit of fight from BH and Grandma had to hold him down but we think only due to the fact that it was one of those hard, stubborn ones that hurt.

Later, a very tiny piece came and rested itself in his pants.

No fault of his, I think - like his Uncle MC, it was probably the result of a shart.

BH looked at it and exclaimed, "it's cute!".

Hm.

Oh and in the event inquiring minds wanted to know...yes, he did in fact, sing to his poop in the potty.

Too Much

Today, Grandma was told:

"You watch too many newses. It is time to watch my show now."

It's true, she does.

If only he were here at nights when Grandma watches Nancy Grace and CNN for about 2 hours every night.

Potty Training

The potty training has not been going so well and he's due at school in October and has to be trained by then.

Back in May, Grandma had him sitting on the potty and after a long while he sighed and said, "Poop! Oh poop...why aren't you coming out poop?"

These days, he tells me that he doesn't want the poop to be flushed because he likes it. And he wants to sing to it.

The poop has not yet come to the potty, so I'm still waiting to see that spectacle when it happens.

Currently listening to: "Stacked Actors" by Foo Fighters.

Scary

He's getting better about pronouncing his letters.

For a while there, "L"s and "Y"s were "W" as in "Weg" (Leg) or "WoWo" (YoYo) but those days are no more, which is kind of sad for us.

I haven't heard him lately but he also pulls a tactic. When he wants to stay outside instead of going inside to eat or whatever, he pulls the "I 'cared of Grandma! Grandma 'Cary!".

I'm not sure if he's pronouncing that "S" now, but I'm going to miss "'Cary" when that's over with too.

Currently listening to: "Never Could Have Been Worse" by Tsuneo Imahori, from the Trigun: The 1st Donut Original Soundtrack.

Inciting Fear, and Ghosts

"Wook! There's a crocodile in the lake!"

That exclamation was about a man-made lake in a community...in Long Island. I don't know where he comes up with this stuff either.

Quite proud of himself and his artwork, BH decided to stick his masterpieces all over the hospital walls as he walked by -

"Wook Wook! People will say 'ooo ahhh'. Don't say 'oo' ahh."

That's right, he had an entire converstaion with himself and played out his response to anyone's admiration. Unfortunately, no one said 'ooo ahhh' because they were too busy to notice our little BH.

And the following while at a memorial service in a Church:

"Ghoooosstttss. I see ghosts!" - BH

That's what he said when he saw the statues of Mary, Joseph and Jesus. The holy trinity?

Kind of scary, right?

Currently listening to: "Finer Feelings" by Spoon.

The Things One Can Find in a Diaper

While sticking his hands in his diaper, the following exchange occurred:

"what's in here, mommy? Poop?" - BH
"No, I just changed you. There's nothing in there." - H1
"Yeah.. so my round bumsee in here?" - BH
"Yes. I guess so." - H1

I wonder if he found his triple cheek, which as of this day is still present.

May Conversations: Maids and Fish

Grandma: Are you ready?
BH: I am readymade!

Did he mean, "readymade" or "ready, maid"? If the latter, well that's awfully rude of him to treat Grandma that way!

Grandma: You are not to be selfish!
BH: ::runs into the kitchen:: I want to see selfish!

No matter what the fish, it should be cooked or swimming in a tank, I suppose.

Dreams

It's been a little while since we have blogged here but the hi jinks have not ended. I have lots of back blogging to do.

He's been dreaming and recalling much of lately but today he awoke frantic and sad.

BH: Boobey...I dreamt you got sting.
Boobey: I was?
BH: A dog bite me.
Boobey: But we're okay. It was just a dream.
BH: A fish sting you.
Boobey: A fish?
BH: And you died.
Boobey: Oh.

Hmmm.

Telling A'Face Like It is

A'Face was being fussy and kept asking for Daddy, even though he knew very well that his Daddy was next door and was coming right back (that's how brats behave sometimes).

BH told him, "Your Daddy is coming back. Hush."

Harsh.

Milk

Aunty Angelo's breast pump top was within reach in the kitchen.

BH got to it when no one was looking.

Grandma came back into the kitchen to meet a BH with shirt up and you can only imagine what next.

No matter how hard he tries, there's no milk to be had.

Currently listening to: "Sandstorm" by Toshiro Matsuda, from the Gekijouban NARUTO Daigekitotsu! Maboroshi no Chitei Iseki Dattebayo Original Soundtrack

You Would Swear

It's not as if he doesn't know the difference between chicken and fish but I guess he was having an off day when Grandma put the chicken in the pot.

He wanted to see it and asked for 'up', peered into the pot and exclaimed, "Wow! Fish!"

Being Naughty and Doing Exactly as Told

I heard there was a time-out tonight because BH put a small toy part in his mouth and went running.

He knows better than that but he is so stubborn these days.

As usual, he cried when he got a time-out and to help him understand (not that he doesn't) why he got put in, H1 asked him if he knew why he got put there.

"Tell me why," she said.

"Why," he answered.

I'm not too clear if was "Why" or "Y" he responded with.

Skidamarink

There's this little song BH had been learning at school and H1 found the lyrics and learnt it as well so that she and the BH can sing it together at home.

There's a lyric in there that is something to the effect of "I'll love you in the morning and all day" or some such thing, and as she was singing it to him today, she asked him if he loves his mommy in the morning etc etc.

He quickly responded "No".

That, of course, made H1 very sad and she in sheer shock, she began to cry and speak to him with great disbelief.

Realising what he did to his mommy, he said "Well, actually, yes. Don't cry."

It was a dry as it reads.

I wonder if H1 will ever sing Skidamarink again.

Re-Living Our Childhood

No longer does he want to watch PBS Kids Sprout or Noggin.

It's all Tom & Jerry, The Flinstones and Pink Panther for him.

(Pink Panther had me rolling the other day, by the way).

H1 and I want to ween him off these violent shows because he's just too young to understand that when someone gets flattened by a rock, they don't just pop back up as H1 pointed out (not that, he could have the strength to pick up a boulder but he does have the strength to start stoning people).
We watched these things when we were kids and turned out alright (heh) but we just can't take that chance.
While it makes me a bit happy he's watching the good stuff (although we all hated Tom & Jerry and didn't really care for the Flinstones - why won't he watch Top Cat?!), he's better off reading the red and green books.

Unfortunately, he's had a taste of vintage cartoons and cannot go back.

I can't wait for the day when I can introduce him to Looney Toons.

All Kinds, All Colours

The Day Care he goes to sent an order form for story books. Boo Head informed us that he wanted "all kinds. Red and green books. for the blue and black people."

We are still confused.

Not 'Crumptious

I am 'crumptious.
So is Mommy.

But BooHead says he's not 'crumptious.

It is interesting to note that I am still a pineapple.

Piggo

For anyone who ever wondered exactly what a Piggo is, wonder no more:

I'm Working On It

On Saturday morning, BH awoke and made a declaration:

"It's Summertime!"

I'll continue my work to teach him the days of the weeks, months of the year and the seasons with him because he clearly has not gotten it down yet.

Tea Party

Yesterday was Valentine's Day and BH requested a tea party.

I was not invited but I was allowed to be the waiter.

I'm still waiting for payment of my $61.50 bill, tip not included.

Those little brats ate like kings!





I mean, seriously...they even got tie-dye cupcakes for cripes' sake.

Telling It Like It Is?

"Boobey is Naughty boy" - Grandma
"No! Boobey good boy!" - BH
"No! You naughty boy! That is why you're so skinny!" - Grandma
"No! Boobey not skinny!" - BH
"You are fat then!" - Grandma
"No! Boobey not fat anymore" - BH
"Is Grandma fat?" - Grandma
" 'es". - BH

How insulting!

No Grabbing

BH likes to play dare devil at times.

He's fond of diving off various things which is scary and dangerous. We keep telling him but he's also become quite the stubborn little thing (the other day we got into a fight because he was a being a brat and I told him as much, and he did not take kindly to that - "No brat! Boobey...pineapple!" - apparently, I'm a pineapple, which in his little 2.5 year old world is the worst thing he could think of).

The other day, he was rambunctiously playing around Grandma and tried to jump off the recliner, and Grandma had to quickly grab him to ensure he did not fall.

"Don't grab BH's bumsee!"

I just don't know what is wrong with these children these days.

Currently listening to: BH being put to bed and singing the "Ibsy Bipsy" Spider over the monitor.

A Pretzel and a Dollar

The other day we went to the wholesale club BJ's.

I was busy with Papa HOchie and Grandma at the Verizon counter, getting new phones when H1 and BH suddenly appeared.

BH was prattling off on something and H1 looked suspect.

Not quite understanding what he was saying, H1 asked him to tell me what he wanted.

"Pretzel. Want pretzel."

So, that was fine. I told him to go get one but there he was, still rambling on about something.

"Need dollar."

What.

Apparently, he was throwing a fit with his Mommy and demanded a pretzel. When he told that there was no dollar to be had, he asked for me.

"Where Boobey."

What.

He associates me with money and wanted to find me because he needed a dollar and came around to shake me down for one.

...

It's not right.

Where Did It Go?

Boobey told Grandma he "poom" and then stuck his hands in his pants to find it.

"Where is the poom?"

"It's air, silly", he was told.

MacDonald's

The other day BooHead was tasked with watching a woman's food at MCD's while she went to the bathroom.

He looked at it, looked at his mom, looked back at it and wondered what was going on.

The woman returned and thanked BH, picked up her food to leave and was met with, "EAT IT!".

She had to explain to him that she would eat it at home.

He rather enjoys telling people what's what.