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Since this blog was active, we moved overseas and back again. Now you can read about the boogers' latest adventures at www.boogersabroad.com.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Knock, knock!

"Knock, knock!"

"Who's there?"


"Amish who?"

"Funny, you don't look like a shoe."

OK, that's the way the joke is supposed to go. Here's how my son tells it:

"Knock, knock!"

"Who's there?"


"Amish who?"

"Funny, you don't look Amish."

Friday, May 29, 2009

"Fishing" for fingerfood

Babycakes recently perfected his technique for eating fingerfood. This works especially well with Kix cereal and Cheerios.

Here's how it works:

1. Lick the palm of your hand.
2. Smash said hand against the table.
3. Look to see if anything stuck. (If no, repeat steps 1 and 2.)
4. Suck the goodies off your hand.
5. Repeat.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Hello, Poison Control? Yep, it's me again.

Last week I called Poison Control. Again.

At right you can see the lovely things my kids have ingested in the past, prompting me to call and confirm they would be OK.

And so far they've been just fine. Phew. (Though perhaps these poisoning scares have elevated Mama's blood pressure.)

I think the dishwashing solid, with powerball (I agree with my son - it does look like candy) was the worst. He didn't actually eat the whole thing, but he manage to get a good bite. In that case they had me feed him a popsicle and watch him for redness, swelling, that kind of thing. They even called me an hour later to check on him.

This week was a new one. My preschooler is absolutely fascinated with the "canned air" we use to clean the keyboards. I noticed him sipping water with a small, odd-looking straw. With horror, I realized it was the straw for the canned air.

He said, "Mom, it tastes like steam."

"Does your mouth hurt? Does your throat hurt?" I asked, worried. What kind of chemicals do they use to make canned air? When you shake the canister, it feels like there's some kind of liquid in the bottom.

"Um," he says, thinking about it. "Yes, my mouth and my throat hurt!"

He also didn't eat dinner. So I got scared and called my friends at the Poison Control hot line. But since he wasn't complaining, had no redness or sores - and eventually did eat, when presented with an alternative to the dinner choice I made for the family.

So he's fine. We're all fine.

Though Babycakes ate a dirt clod a few days ago - when he had a cookie in the other hand, no less. He also ingested a hot wheels tire at grandma's house last weekend. And then there was the time he gulped a couple Japanese beetles he picked off our window sill...

Yeah. I think I'll keep the Poison Control number posted on the fridge for a few, or maybe like 10, more years.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

More quotes from Boogerland

"Mom. He's eating a bug. Again!"

- Babycakes has a thing for eating bugs, and his big brother likes to report him, though it's usually too late. This was the report of an ant that found it's way to our kitchen before getting swallowed by a grinning, drooly 1-year-old.

"You better get out of the diaper pail, or they'll put you in time out."

- Whispered words of advice from one pint-sized brother to another.

"Ah! My comfy-est pillow!"

- My preschooler, sighing loudly, resting his head on my boney knee.

"Sometimes, Honey, you gotta be a goose."

- My philosophical-sounding comment after my son declared that he wanted to play Duck-Duck-Goose with the other kids, but he did NOT want to be a goose.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Mommy's the, um, boss

We were at a restaurant for dinner tonight when the teenaged waiter came over and asked if there was anything else he could get for us. He looked directly at me, and I told him, "No thanks. We're fine."

My preschooler, his glass drained of his beloved pink lemonade, scrunched his nose at me.

"How come he just asked you if you wanted anything else?" he asked.

I joked with him, "Because he could tell that I'm the boss here."

(When he gets sassy, he hears, "You're not the boss around here," so I know he understands the concept.)

"What Mom?" He looked confused.

"I said, it's because he knows that I'm the boss," I repeated.

I could tell he was still mulling this over, and I was starting to wonder if he would question my authority - perhaps saying that he thought Daddy was the boss, or that me and Daddy together were the boss.

Instead he looks at Daddy and says, "Hey Dad! Mom says she's lost."

Daddy found this pretty funny.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Feel the love

I recently posted a little love letter to Babycakes. And now tonight, the two other guys in my life - my husband and my preschooler - gave me their own little love letters. And they know just how to make a girl feel special.

My son gave me the most beautiful bouquet of wildflowers.

They were dandelions. Of course. But not the blooming yellow dandies. Nope, they were better.

These were the puff-ball, make a wish, scatter-the-seeds-to-your-neighbors-lawn variety. He picked them off the soccer field at our neighborhood park.

And being the thoughtful little tike that he is, he made sure to wash mommy's flowers. Using the nearby bubbler (that's a water fountain for those of you not from around these parts), he meticulously cleaned them off.

Once they were thoroughly smooshed, soaked and mangled - with only the tiniest bit of the fluff remaining - they were shoved in the "trunk" of his tricycle. He peddled them all the way home, his skinny knees clanking against the handlebars, so that I could, "keep them forever."

Then later when Daddy got home, he brought me a six-pack of my new favorite beer. Black Wheat from the New Glarus Brewing Company. Very, very hard to find in stores - even here in Wisconsin, which is the only place you can even buy New Glarus beer. It's smooth and dark (yum) - yet, it's a weiss beer (double yum). It even has hints of coffee and chocolate buried in there.

Who needs roses or jewelry when you can have a heartfelt, one-of-a-kind weed bouquet and a well crafted local brew? Now that's some love.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Gosh darnit, people like me!

Get this. Not one, but two lovely bloggers, Bundle2Baby and But Mommy... , bestowed on yours truly the One Lovely Blog Award.

Fancy stuff, I know. And not very typical of the kinds of things we usually encounter over here in Boogerland.

Thank you so much ladies, I'm truly honored.

So now it's time for me to share the love with some blogs that I like. Here are the rules:
1) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award, and his or her blog link.
2) Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you’ve newly discovered. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

And here are the next batch of winners:

Crazy Suburban Mom

HooseJohnson Blog

Six Feet Under

A pocket full of buttons

Adventures in Babyfood

I'm still standing

Things that make me go yum


Got Quads?

From Toddlers2Teens

Busy Working Mom

Holy Boogers

Baby Boogers

Some New Language

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Attack of the nose beetles

Like a lot of 3-year-olds, my son spends a fair amount of time with his finger up his nose. His day care lady often asks, "Are you digging for gold?"

At breakfast the other morning, my husband asked him nicely to stop picking his nose.

He kept at it.

Then I asked him to quit it.

He continued.

"You could hurt yourself!" Daddy told him. This got his attention.

"How?" he asked.

"Well, you could make your nose bleed!" Dad explained.

He scrunched up his nose. "Bees? In my nose?"

I laughed. "No honey, not bees. It'll bleed. Your nose will bleed."

He thought about this for a minute.

"Oh," he finally nods, sagely. "Beetles."

We just shook our heads. I guess we'll see if the idea of beetles in his nose makes him dig up there less or more.

Monday, May 11, 2009

How to help a mama

Sorry to get all serious on you. Again. But I posted a column on Boogerland that you may want to check out - it's called: When Mother's Day isn't happy: How to help.

Not sure how long I'm going to keep up the Boogerland site... it's been kind of an experiment having two sites, and this one seems to be winning.

If you like one site better than the other, please feel free to share you thoughts and opinions - that's why they give us the handy dandy comments section.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Love letter to a 1-year-old

Babycakes is a year old today. And I'm feeling kind of sentimental about it. So watch out - this post is more serious and personal than usual. I wrote this shortly after Babycakes was born. It's kind of a love letter to a newborn and a reflection on motherhood.

"Love" doesn’t begin to describe it. Any mother could tell you that.

Cradling my newborn, warm and fleshy against my skin, his simple presence erases the blinding white pain of childbirth. Completely forgotten are my stitches, stretch marks, sore nipples. And nine months of leg cramps, back aches and rib pain, erased in an instant.

All for the trademark baby-scent of milk breath and Pampers. A smell that makes middle-aged women huff at baby heads like teenage junkies. They know what it's like. To be someone else's hero, his life-support and protector.

Even though we've just met, I already know every inch of this ball-of-baby. The silky peach-fuzz head. Roly-poly thighs. Razor-sharp half-moon fingernails. Folds and creases where wrists belong. I don’t recognize my own misshapen silhouette, but I know every baby toe, the smell, the taste, the texture.

Those drooly nuzzles and gummy grins - that's the stuff I live for. And I, sleep deprived and dumpy, am his light, his strength, his everything.

Friday, May 8, 2009

A couple laughs

Wow, it's been a whole week since I've posted something! Babycakes is turning one tomorrow, and I've been busy getting ready for his party. But I'm also feeling a little, not sad exactly, but subdued I guess. I think it's both the fact that he got so big on me so fast, and memories of the difficult time following his birth (the hospitalizations, surgeries, dealing with his colostomy, recovery).

But nonetheless, there's still plenty of funny little things happening over here in boogerland. So a couple laughs for you:

Today we spotted a big semi carrying Doritos. I asked my preschooler, "Where do you think it's going?"

He pondered. I gave him a hint.

"Where's a place that they have lots and lots of chips?"

I was thinking grocery store.

And then the light bulb clicked on. His eyes light up.

"I know, Mom! Somewhere they make a lot of nachos!"

I've also noticed some more interesting, and rather appropriate, word confusion this week:
  • Covered (cupboard): I'll put that back in the covered.
  • Hand-rock (hammock): I'm going to play on the hand-rock.

And I remembered that when I was a kid I thought vitamins were "bite-em-in's." Made perfect sense to me, since you bite them in.

Friday, May 1, 2009

What's that jingle?

So it was a recent, frantic morning. I'm simultaneously eating my make-shift breakfast and packing my lunch as Babycakes clutches my leg, slyly wiping his nose on my work pants.

Faintly, I hear jingle, jingle.


I look around, and all I see is my toddler doing a little dance, resisting my persistent requests to "Please put your shoes on," and "Please put your coat on."

I go back to my chores.

Jingle, jingle.

It's a metallic sound.

My toddler is hopping around again. He seems to notice the sound, now, too.

"What's that, Mom?" He stops, and the noise stops.

"Do you have coins in your pockets?" I ask. He's not allowed to play with money, for several reasons.

He shrugs and reaches into his pockets. He pulls out two chubby handfuls of beer bottle caps. Apparently he's been collecting them from a spot next to the recycling. And on this special morning, he was going to bring them to day care for show-and-tell.