I am 'crumptious.
So is Mommy.
But BooHead says he's not 'crumptious.
It is interesting to note that I am still a pineapple.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
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.
"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.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
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.
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! 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.
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.
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.
"Where is the poom?"
"It's air, silly", he was told.
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