Sticking your nose in hockey?

Last night the bday boy went to bed, happy as a pig in it...snuggled up in new pjs. He managed to sneak his Carey Price & PK Subban figurines in there... along with a Lego "puck"... because you know, it's all hockey... all the time... even when he sleeps. 
So, this morning, he comes downstairs explaining to me how we're going to have to get another TV so he can play NHL'13 on the Xbox "all the long day" (last night it was Eagles vs. Victoriaville in our basement -- he nearly lost his mind!). And then he sneaks in this little quip:

"So, yeah, there's a piece of Lego stuck in my nose."

"HUH!?! Are you serious? How? When?"

And he preceded to explain playing hockey in bed last night, when

"Carey Price missed the save and the piece of Lego ended up in my nose.."

Sure enough... a nice little yellow flower piece of Brenley's Lego... lodged in "the little hole part now" of his nose. 

Dr. Mom got it out... but this kid has no boundaries when it comes to his hockey, I tell ya!

The Imaginary Friend Stage

Yeah, I know. I know it's not normal that Madden is playing hockey here in the kitchen, conversing with his imaginary friend, Budaj, who just happens to be the back-up goalie for the Habs. Apparently Budaj hates the game today.

Hockey. Obsessed.

"No, you're not!"

Apparently, a mother's touch is no longer wanted by this little boy. Over the course of a few months, I've been not-so-gently told that I was only to give Madden pogs ("pocks" or kisses in Gaelic) when he was snuggled tightly in bed. Pfft. Then, the little monster started snuggling with Daddy all day long, giving him pogs whenever he was sure I might be watching. Hard on a mother's heart.

So, the other night, Madden was all snuggled into bed. I dove in to give him a kiss. Not much of a problem. Then I asked him to give me a pog; he wouldn't. So, I proceeded to ask why it was such a problem, and how it hurt my feelings, and how he was still my little boy... to which he responded,

"Oh for God's sakes. Can we stop having this conversation? It's getting awkward!"

My Lord.

Christmas dishes. LOL So they begin...

Poor Madden got up this morning (December 24th), stumbled bleary-eyed to the tree mumbling "Did Santa come? Is today the day?!" Then I heard, "Uh oh. Gotta go ask Daddy" Clearly Santa did not come & he was a little worried. ;)

image courtesy of:
 http://christmas.newarchaeology.com/
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A bit later today...

Brenley was trying to teach Madden how to do math so he could play a math Bingo game on the iPad. Needless to say he wasn't quite understanding, but she was relentless in her efforts. The last question I heard before she screamed in frustration was,

"Madden, what's 17-15?"

"SNOT-TEEN!!!!!!!!!"

LOL

Two Christmas-y Gems in an hour...

"Whoa! I like that licker!"
Lmao

Madden plays some tunes on the fiddle

Madden was drivin'er on the fiddle and even named some tunes. He didn't want me to video the whole thing... but sometimes little white lies are good for the archives ;)

Analyzing from behind...

Last evening while we were getting ready to go to skating, I was walking in our porch to get Madden's sneakers. He stopped me, all of a sudden:

Mom! Mom! Stop! 

What Madden?

How come when you walk your butt cheeks go all like this? [and he proceeded to walk with a deliberate arse wiggle from side to side]

Ugh. Little arse himself.