Homework

Bobby just said this to me -

Mumma if you like homework, you're the teachers pet.

I asked the obvious question - what is homework. 

He didn't know either. Think we are in good company!

One Extra Bone

So it happened again. 

Getting hurt, falling, scrapes and hurts are nothing new for Bobby. Everyday at bath time we count which booboo is new, which is 1 day old, which is older. Everyday. But usually Bobby boy is too busy playing to stop for long. He just gets up, brushes it off and runs along so he's not wasting any play time. 

This week he had a fall that was different. He was riding Ryan's heavier electric scooter and fell off it. He was crying when I got to him and his right index finger skin was scrunched up. And Bobby boy was crying. I felt bad! I hugged and kissed but he kept crying. Dulce came running and tried to lick his tears. Bobby said he wants to go back home. This was different, usually Bobby wouldn't cut short his adventures for a small fall. We turned around but I insisted he get back on the scooter and ride it back home. At first he didn't want to, but there was no way for me to get the scooter back home, and Ryan was on his bicycle too. (In retrospect if I knew this was a serious injury i shouldn't have made him ride the scooter back home. But at that time I didn't want him to be scared of the scooter... oh :-( ). We somehow made it back, Bobby parked the scooter in Ryan's garage and we walked back home. 

At home, I said we have to wash the booboo, so I pulled up water to give Bobby a bath. Not surprisingly he didn't wanna! And he kept crying and saying i want Papa. I was getting irritated. Gugu was around, so she talked to Bobby, and in some kid-to-kid-magic way explained to Bobby how cleaning his wound is very important. He agreed to taking a bath. I washed up the Bobby, and put baby oil and clothes on. Now Bobby finally stopped crying. But it was still really hurting him. This is way off, I realized. This could be something worse. I took appointment for urgent care. 

Raj came back meanwhile and we went to the doctor's. It was a fracture, turns out. They put a removable sprint and told us to see a childrens orthopedist later. The pain is mostly stopped for Bobby, but the finger stays in this removable stint. And now me and Bobby are sitting at the children's ortho watching Disney channel waiting on the doctor. I hope the worst is behind us. 

Electric Scooter Build up - last week's news

Bobby had been feeling Ryan's mom about how he wants to have another electric scooter of his own, and how much he likes it, and how his birthday is coming up. 

Last week Ryan's mom ordered an electric scooter for Bobby's birthday! I couldn't believe it. The boys almost ripped the box eager to open it up. Ryan's dad assembled it and charged it enough for it to go for sometime! Wow, happy birthday came early :)

Is it Me?

Beautiful painting by little miss Haana.

Is it a painting of her mumma?

Electric Scooter Buildup Continues

Continuing the story from here - https://roadtohaana.blogspot.com/2026/02/the-electric-scooter-buildup.html

Bobby boy realized he should be getting some verbal commitment from me after all.

Mumma, the electric scooter needs to have a bell too.

OK Bobby. 

So, are you going to get it for me for my 7th birthday?

I don't know Bobby. 

You have to Mumma. 

I'll have to check with Papa.

Turns out Raj had just came back from overseas, and was hence the prime target to offload some parental pressure! 

So Bobby proceeded to tell Papa all the specifications needed on his electric scooter. And then placed the 'Can you get it for me' question on his lap. Meanwhile i remembered something that I thought should help the situation. 

Bobby, Ryan's mom told me she got the scooter for herself actually, so she can keep up with your bikes. So, actually, I should have that scooter! And it has a basket at the back, I can put you in there!

Bobby turned back to Papa.

Papa, actually we need 3 scooters! One for Papa, one for Mumma and one for me!!

I didn't think this story will take this turn!!

Meanwhile after relaying this story to Softy mausi, she decided she wants a scooter too... this is not the effect I was going for!

The Electric Scooter Buildup

The Bro gang has been spending quite a bit of time together. On their bicycle, scooters and lately, on Ryan's electric scooter. Ryan has multiple of them. A standing scooter, and also one with a seat on it. Ryan's mom told me that she initially got that one for herself so she can follow them when they're on their bicycle, but Ryan likes to ride it now (maybe because the other Bro - Bobby, is riding his other scooter). 

Bobby has been talking about scooters a lot lately. Especially since birthday is around the corner. 

I want a Gotrax electric scooter for my 7th birthday - Bobby said to me.

But that is another year away, we will talk about that later. 

Yes, but for my 7th birthday I need a Gotrax electric scooter that can go offroading. Do you know what is offroading?

To go on grass?

Yes. Ryan's Gotrax electric scooter can do off roading. It can go on grass.

OK.

Actually mumma, also I need the scooter with a seat, because I can get tired standing up. 

I see.

Do you want to look up Gotrax scooters on your phone?

Absolutely not!

No Mumma, we should look them up. For my 7th birthday. It should also have a basket at the back, behind the seat. It also must have a key and a key hole. Should we look it up now Mumma?

Everyday Bobby boy has been adding specifications on this Gotrax scooter! The pressure is building!

I am the Dog

Growing up, we had a dog. We was medium sized white haired dog Lucky. Too smart for his own good! He was a menace in many ways,  but there was 1 way he was very useful. He used to eat all the leftovers at home. And this is one of the perks of having a pet dog in the first place, right? 

I was thinking about the state of leftovers at my home and realized I'm the only one who eats leftovers! Every day for lunch i heat up left overs and slowly and diligently clean up leftovers from the fridge. No one else at my home quite does that. Dulce doggy, meanwhile is tempremental about food. He has expectations. He has mood swings when it comes to food. He needs variety, he needs nutrition, he needs taste. He has standards. 

I then reached the seemingly obvious conclusion then. I am the dog!