Sunday Breakfast at Your Local Diner

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dah Doo Good Night Dee Dee Dats!

It's the DJ Night remix, obviously.

How Quickly They Forget

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

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

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

It goes a little something like this:

Doo Da Dee-dee Dats!

Take a bow, BH.  Take a bow.

A Theatre First

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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...

...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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 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.