…ok, so speaking of memes, it appears that the songsong phrase, “na, na-nee boo-boo” has been rattling around all over the world in slightly different variations and across generations.

I swear i didn’t teach that to my kids. Now the grandboy is tossing it around http://forum.wordreference.com/showthread.php?t=187747

I’m working from home today and have an interesting peek of a normal day in the household.  My grandson just came in through the doggie door.

Even the best intentions go awry.

I was walking with the grandboy in the neighbourhood and we were discussing what was ok to “shoot” with his pretend handgun (a literal gun made with his pointy finger) and what wasn’t.

Squirrels, trees, parked cars, random bugs and fence posts, ok.

People, moving vehicles, dogs, not ok.

If we’re being attacked then yes, the attacker is fair game, regardless of everything else. But first we establish the level of friendliness by saying “hi” first.

So of course on the walk one of the daily exercisers and we cross paths.

“Hi” I said, as we would normally do. He waves and smiles and says “Hi” with a special one for the grandboy.

I look down, expecting a big wave and response.

The grandboy delivers but adds an unsurprising surprise:

“Hi! I’m not gonna shoot you.”

The subtleties of human interaction are yet to be picked up 😛

I have just been reminded of how tiny the grandboy is.

I asked him to share the malted milk ball treats he was holding and he gave me an entire handful.

There were three of them in this handful.

The littleun has figured out how the child-safety locks on the cupboards work.

This is a game-changer.

…the grandson just started hollering just now. Seems he got some ice cream in his eye.

My response? “Of course they call it EYE SCREAM because he SCREAMS when you put it in his EYE.”

I was thinking of this before the explanation came from my daughter’s mouth.

Bad Dad Joke Power to the rescue.

…and so it begins…

Momma, to the grandboy, “Go to sleep nice now because you’re going to have a great day in school tomorrow.”

Grandboy, after giving this a good think, “But I already went to school. I went today.”

Good luck, momma

“Smell the tree”

Seems like a rather silly request.

But I want the littleun to remember the scent of trees and grass and outdoor woody things, before the growing-up starts and smelling trees seems like a silly thing to do.

Gramps is on child duty this morning so it’s Speed Racer marathon today!

Some things are too good to keep to just one generation or two

Good to see that someone’s listening. My grandson just chastised me for opening the refrigerator door.

“Costs money, gwumpa. COSTS MONEY”

What a difference a decade makes.

I’m sharing this thought with my friends using a touchscreen tablet on a broadband connection as my grandson and I are chillin’ to EDM on internet radio station.

And earlier I’d woken up having dreamt of colleagues with whom I’d worked with when I was overseas.

Ten years ago none of this was part of my life.

What’s in store between now and 2024?

i love my grandboy, but the more he helps the less we get done.

Well, good news is that he’s learning how to use a vacuum cleaner 😀

Seems that sliced cheese (sliced from a block, not in wrappers) makes for a great adhesive. I found some toys ‘glued’ together today.

Seems like littleun appreciates how, when freshly sliced, the cheese is soft and pliant, but after time and exposure to air, it becomes firm enough to hold items together.

Megapoints for junior engineering skills but no more unsupervised snacking with the stuff 🙂

I think the repetitive nature of some modern-day lyrics is a reflection of conversations we have with little kids

“Yes that’s a hole Yes that’s a hole

Yes that’s a hole in the couch

No please don’t poke it

NO PLEASE don’t rip it

Please yes please leave the hole all alone”

Working on a project for the grandboy.

He saunters over, interested in the goings-on. “Wat YOO MAKIN’?” he says/shouts in his husky morning voice.

Then he spots the spilled glue. “OH. YOU makin’ a MESS”.

Then walks away.

O that peanut gallery