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.

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.

Guilt Trip

I called Boobey from work on Thursday last to let him know that I wouldn't be coming home until later.

I knew the conversation would be difficult when he answered and never before did he do this but he came on and was very excited to talk to me.

"HI Boobey!!!!!", he said.

I was shocked.

Then I told him I wasn't coming home on time.

"Come home. Play, Boobey," he replied.

I explained, "I'm sorry, Boobey but I'm not coming home right away, okay?"

"Okay" he said, very teary and genuinely sad.

It broke my heart. It almost made me really stay home because I was already debating whether or not to go see The Last Shadow Puppets.

Broke It

Poor Bendy, Guy, Ghee...it all depends on who is calling him.

I broke his foot the other day and now it won't bend like it used to, and won't hold a solid position. Boobey-Head's face was one of utmost shock and horror.

It was tragic.



Currently listening to: "I've Seen Enough" by Cold War Kids.

The Car Hospital

There's a hospital in the living room, under the mountain where the train track runs.

It's a hospital for damaged cars.

It would appear that the hospital is quite adequately funded as all cars there always look quite healthy with a full body of multi-coloured paint coats, sometimes smiling faces and always bright-eyed.



This upstanding health care must be thanks to the booboo cream and the caring hands of Dr. B-Head, the well-respected Director and Chief Surgeon at the hospital.

Or maybe, this is really the Neglected Car Hospital - cars that have been locked away after months of play and are no longer wanted, along with a kitty and a red bird.



Yep, it used to be an animal hospital once. I remember when Boo-Head loved that bird...

Currently listening to: "Cottleston Pie" by Rowlf the Dog. I kind of sang it like this to A'Face the other day...

Fall Comes Early

Tonight, I heard children happily cavorting outside my window on the street some the place.

I thought to myself, "Suck it up, children! Enjoy your freedom while you can!!" which is what my usual response is to the sound of children playing in August, especially on this cool Fall feeling night.

It made me a little sad though, not so much for the kids but for Boo-Head who will soon be doing the same. Will he be nervous? Will he be happy? Will he cry? Will he be okay at school? I'm sure he'll hate it like most kids but I'm hoping he'll be a bit of nerdle, love going and do well.

He will do well though, I'm going to make sure of it.

Awww, he's growing up fast.

::tear::

Currently listening to: "At The Bottom of Night" by Yasunori Mitsuda, from the Chrono Trigger Original Soundtrack.

A Day Spent

Without Boo-Head is hardly a day.
Today we got home from work after 10 PM and little Boo-Head was already asleep (as he should be). It is sad times when I don't get to see him, especially since he's been asking for "Bueberry" for the past three days.
At this rate he'll forget me! Good thing he has one of my hats bought from Japan to run around the house in, as he did today.