The Explanation of Death Had Nothing to Do With Me.

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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.