Monday, December 12, 2005

The Doctor is IN.

The Doctor is IN.
The Doctor is IN.,
originally uploaded by beckybumblefuck.
Here is the scene:

Playdate number 4: Noel's pad.

After wreaking havoc by extracting every toy in the house from its

original location or container, Big Boy Bryant and Noel engage in a

round of Doctor/Patient, where Noel plays the sick one.

Let me stress: This was a well-supervised activity.



And now it's time for the "I rock"-dance 'cause, directly after all

that play, I successfully fed BBB pasta followed by freshly baked

scones. AND HE ASKED FOR MORE. That was my proudest moment of the

first half of December.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey hey, again!
Why...?
My ex-classroom teacher: Frank had his daughter when I was a college student...and her name = Noel-Sakura!!! He helped me to contact the junior college's present-Prof.Crouton - by my classmate's help! Her name is CHIKA, and the professor showed his face for supporting me - and to introduce Kristi-san...! I used to learn "Communication" class there, from the American woman - named Jennifer!!! :-O!!!!! What a SAGA, indeed...!

Lever said...

LOL Hope Noe's feeling better now ;)

So, what was your secret when getting BBB to eat? Was it pasta on top, scones underneath or what? ;)

Kat E said...

What, you don't get hungry after a rousing game of "doctor"?? ;)

Glad to hear of the milestone!

rebekah said...

it was crack wasnt it?

i know you.

yeah. definitely crack.

Jay said...

Whew, scones and doctor play? Where can I get in on some of that?

Mummy/Crit said...

Yep. You rock. I struggled to feed D sausages tonight. For fucks sake, what child does not like sausages?!?!??!?!

Lever said...

Oh, and here's what Mr Fish thinks of Playing Doctor LOL ;)

Groucho Castaneda said...

I honestly wouldn't care if any child of mine were to play doctor so long as they confine themselves to playing ear, nose, and throat specialist. Not only do specialists make more money, but I can't remember ever having removed my shirt or pants on either of my two visits to the otorhinolaryngologist.

That said, just to be safe, perhaps we should make that "ear and nose specialist". Goodness knows you wouldn't want anyone throating any inappropriate objects.

So, is your cell still broken? The other night I was driving home from martial arts class in a blizzard (which turned what would normally be a 15 minute drive into an hour-and-twenty-minute slog), calling everyone on my cell's contacts list just to kill time. I even had 411 connect me to "R B-------" in E--- N------ but it turned out to be Robert :(

BeckyBumbleFuck said...

Shina:
LMAO....yes, I think "saga" is a very appropriate word here. ;)

My Lever:
Just yummy cooking. ;)

Fishlamp:
Yes, indeed! :D

Kat E:
erm...naw...I'd still like to think it was my cooking that inspired BBB's eating. ;)

Rebekah:
LMAO. Yeah...he'll definitely be back for more, soon....

Jay:
*huge grin* Aw shucks. You'd certainly be welcome.

Mummy/Crit:
Well, I'm sure my shining moment of brilliance will be followed by plenty of befuddling times were obvious child-friendly foods such as sausage will be refused. I'm confident about that.

My Lever:
Thanks, babe.

Groucho:
You are too funny! That is the perfect angle, BTW. Noel and BBB will soon be educated about ENT medicine....er...EN medicine. ;)
And I do seem to be the recipient of alot of bad traffic calls...that seems to be the main cause for calls from my brother, actually. But anyways, the phone dilemma has been resolved, so I will have to ring you and then you will have my number, as well... :D

Big Ed:
Hey! Thanks and Happy New Year....to everyone else as well......