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.

A Rival at the Mall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.