142 posts tagged “boogie”

Boogie often says funny things, and I do my best to repeat them so I can (1) remember for my own amusement and (2) give other people a reason to laugh... So, without further ado, here are three of the best recent funnies:

Me: You have to eat all of your dinner or you won't get any Halloween candy.  You know that!
Boogie: Yeah, I know.  I'm not having candy tonight.  But, I at least I know I can get candy on Thursdays!
Me: Why's that?  (wondering if he thinks he'll get away with stuff when I am at work)
Boogie: Because I pound my mac 'n cheese!

[after hearing Clark make fun of me for the billionth time for having lost my wallet in both NYC and Las Vegas] "But, you're supposed to lost things there...  It's called Lost Vegas!" 

Boogie: [talking to my belly] "Goodnight baby!  I love you!  I hope you're a boy or a girl... And I hope you come out."
Me: Well, You're in luck!  The baby will either be a boy or a girl AND the baby will come out some day!
Boogie: Good!

Yeah...  I think my heart will probably explode the first time I see Boogie and the baby together...  Don't know how I will be able to handle any more cuteness than I already do...  Later days...

So, Nice got me addicted to this game on Facebook called "Farkle," and I have been playing this morning...  I was just very close to breaking my high score when I got a Farkle in the 10th round (and, therefore, lost)...  Clark was in the computer room and groaned when I lost, so Boogie came in and asked what happened...  Clark said, "It has to do with Mama."  Boogie then asked, "What?  She's special?"  Yup...  Mama's special alright!  Teeheehee...  Later days...

Are no match for Boogie...  He told Clark, during the car ride home last night, that he can punch through a robot's belly...  Clark asked whether Boogie realized that a robot's belly was made of metal...  Boogie said that he knew that and insisted that he could punch through a metal robot belly...  When Clark asked how/why that was possible, Boogie replied, "Because I'm hard core!"  Teeheehee...  Yeah he is!  Later days...

Even my kid thinks so...  Yesterday, on the ride home, we were talking about Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs because I had checked out the DVD to watch over the weekend...  Boogie has never seen it, and he was asking a lot of questions...  Apparently, "Wait and see it in the movie!" means nothing to him (because I must have said it 20 times in a row)...  Well, at one point, he asked if I had seen the movie and I explained that I had seen it several times because it has been out since before I was a little girl...  His response?  "Wow!  It must be pretty old!"  You cut me deep Boogie... You cut me real deep!  Later days...

I wonder if I really am a good enough mother...  Some days, I question whether having another child will make my "bad days" more frequent; if another child will only shorten the half-life of my good days...  I am sure that being nauseated all day for nearly all of the past 9 weeks [yeah, it started at about week 6 this time] has done quite a number on my patience...  I am also sure that ending my work day by puking in the staff bathroom was not the best way to prepare for a long car ride with a tired pre-schooler...  I would like to think that my logic would help me to recognize when my nausea is compounding something that is not really a big deal, but logic seems to be on maternity leave already...  I can only pray that never getting pregnant again will help me to be a better mother when I have both children to deal with in future years...  I feel like I have been nothing but a moping, whining bitch for probably the last 3 or 4 weeks, but I just feel so damn terrible that I can't psyche myself out of it for more than a couple hours at a time...  Clark has been really understanding...  Too understanding, probably...  But I still wonder if he is being nicer on the surface than he really feels...  When we got home today, after Boogie had whined for the entire 40 minute drive, Clark and I both kind of met the end of our patience...  Boogie would not take the cheap [most likely lead-laden] dinosaur figurine out of his mouth, so I took it out of his mouth for him and brought it into the kitchen with me...  Boogie, then, proceeded to throw himself on the floor and scream/cry while simultaneously refusing to move out of the doorway so I could keep the cat from getting out onto the porch...  I moved on to filling up water bottles and adding water to the vase on the counter, in an attempt to remove myself from the frustration of the moment, but I managed to knock down an open bottle of water...  As I reacted with a clenched-teeth grunt of frustration, Clark was coming through the front door and told Boogie and I that we both needed to go up to our rooms to chill out...  That's where I keep my phenergan, anyhow, so I decided to follow through with the "suggestion" and hope that I would feel better by the time Clark finished cooking dinner...  So, now, I am just sitting on my bed, crying, and trying to "blog it out of my system" while trying to ignore Boogie's procession of Star Wars bobble heads that I already told him I didn't want to see right now...  I know, deep down, that he just likes Star Wars so much that he is hoping it will cheer me up, but it really isn't helping...  And, now, Boogie has just broken my heart by asking me, "Mama, why do you have tears?"  I answered that "I am having a hard time dealing with feeling like I am going to throw up all the time," and he replied, "Yeah.  It's hard work making a baby." after which he took down the bobble heads and went to his room to entertain himself...  Nausea + frustration + guilt = one hell of a night for Bee...  Later days... 

OMG...  It's too cute to stand...  Boogie's playing soccer now...  On a team! 

Soccer-kid

Goal

It hasn't happened on recent weekends, but I think it is definitely still necessary for Boogie...  He is having such a meltdown right now that I cannot believe he is the same well-mannered, intelligent, and reasonable child with whom we were discussing Harry Potter earlier...  Ugh...  Clark is bringing him upstairs so he can chill out in his room, and I pray it works...  Later days...

Tonight, after eating a particularly large portion of dinner [i.e. even more than we originally put on his plate], Boogie asked if he could have a few pieces of candy...  We still have a bunch of the mini-bags of jellybeans and and gummy candies from Easter, so I figured he could pick something from that...  After he looked through stuff and said what he wanted, I ended up giving him permission to eat a mini-bag of jelly beans...  Before we opened it, he asked if he could have something else too, but I explained that he could not have another piece of candy, since there were already 9 jelly beans in the bag...  He acquiesced, and we moved on to opening the bag...  Well, one of the jelly beans fell down into the bucket, so Boogie and I ended up digging through/taking out all of the other candy to find it...  As we were digging through, Boogie exclaimed, "This is horrible!"  And, then he asked, "Why is this happening?!?"  I just about peed myself as I sat laughing on the kitchen floor...  I love how "horrible" means having to wait another 30 seconds to find a damn jellybean...  Kids are hilarious!  Later days...

Boogie has a habit of saying some really funny things, but there were a couple of especially good ones the other day...  On the way in to daycare/work, for example, we were talking about going to see the new Night at the Museum movie this weekend...  When Boogie asked if we could buy popcorn for the movie, I said I was not sure we would...  He asked if it was because not all of the movies have popcorn available...  I told him that popcorn is available for all movies, but that the popcorn is really expensive...  When I told him that the popcorn last time cost something like $6 -- and emphasized that that is "a lot of dollars" to spend on something like popcorn -- he asked whether we had that many dollars...  I said that we did, but that we would like to spend our dollars on better and more important things...  To that, he replied, "Well, we could just go to the dollar store to get more dollars!"  Totally blew my mind with that one...  Only in the mind of a child!  And then, the same day, on our way home, he came out with a real humdinger...  Out of nowhere, and completely unprovoked, he asked Clark and I, "You know those guys who are all like 'brains, brains' and eat brains?  Zombies?  Well, since Zombies east brains all the time, does that mean they have lots of brains and they're smart?" Wow, dude!  Not only is my four year old interested in zombies, which I find rather unusual, but he is actually trying to figure out their anatomy and modus operandi!  Teeheehee...  Don't worry, by the way, about the fact that he knows what zombies are...  It's not because we let him watch scary zombie movies or anything...  It's because Clark plays a "zombie game" with Boogie where he tickles Boogie and pretends to eat his brains...  Although...  Upon reflection (after having written that), I am not sure if that is much better...  Which would be more disturbing -- seeing the movies or having your dad pretend to eat your brains?!?  Later days...

Clark and I are really good about not swearing in front of the boy...  We even try really hard to help our friends with the whole "watching their mouths" thing...  But, it was the little brats at McDonald's that did us in, after all was said and done...  Last Friday, Boogie and I went to the Play Place nearest our house when Clark was off @ D&D...  I heard some kids saying "What the hell?"  and "Hot damn, I got a hot jam" or some such thing...  I called Boogie over to me and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the older kids were using some bad language and that I fully expected him NOT to repeat a single word they said...  When he made it through the next couple of days, I thought we had dodged that bullet...  Apparently, I was mistaken...   Today, one of Boogie's teachers told us that Boogie had said, "What the hell?" on the playground and that another teacher had heard him...  When she asked Boogie what he had said, sure enough, he replied, "What the hell?"  So, she told us about it and we ended up having a little conversation about some "replacement" phrases when we were driving home...  Rather than turning it into a long, boring, angry lecture, we came up with some silly substitutions like, "What the cheeseburger?"  or "What the lightsaber?"  We moved on, got home, played a little, and cooked dinner...  As we were eating, he started making up some more silly phrases, and we chipped in suggestions again...  Then, he came out with, "Oh!  I got a gooder one for 'what the hell'...  Oh no!  Not 'what the hell'!"  ...........  OMG!  Clark did a pretty good job composing himself, but I freakin' lost it!!!  I ran out to the kitchen to "get something," and doubled over laughing...  I tried to laugh quietly, but I am pretty sure I failed miserably...  Then, so that I would be able to return to the dining room with a tiny bit of dignity intact, Clark made something up about a funny joke, so that I would have an excuse to crack up for the next few minutes...  Yeah...  As funny as I found it at home, I really hope that he does not keep up with this language at school...  I would REALLY rather not deal with that again...  Geesh!  What the hell?!?  (teeheehee)  Later days...