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.