I'm talking about Boo. Hubby and I stayed at home on NYE - not a drop of alcohol in sight although we totally could have used it with these two yahoos pictured above. We watched t.v. and refereed arguments between Boo and Giggles, who spent the night with us. The girls made their own mini pizzas, frosted "pupcakes" (Boo'ism), and bickered about everything - who was first, who was right, who "won", who was smarter, blah blah blah. (As I listened to them, I thought to myself - why on Earth would any sane person have more than two kids? Once they start to outnumber you, you're totally screwed.) They almost made it to midnight. Almost.
The next day we took them to the local children's museum, which is just an awesome place. (Thank you, Mom & Dad, for the membership!) The girls had a good time - sort of. I mean, they were so busy bickering and whining it was hard to tell. Alas, it was time to leave, and Boo had her customary melt down on the way to the car (sorry, could not get it on film).
We stopped for some burgers before dropping Giggles off at home. They primarily discussed barf in great detail. Lovely. As we stood up to leave, that is exactly what Boo did - all over herself, the floor, and a few unfortunate customers.
She was sick most of the night, but I am relieved to share that the child knows how to aim for the bowl. Happy New Year!
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