We've moved

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

Friday, October 30, 2009

More Mo-isms

Holding up a fly swatter to his little buddy, Mo intently explained, "It's called a bug cruncher."

We like a Mexican restaurant called Habeneros. Mo calls it: Bob-in-arrows.

At the grocery store, Mo loves it when we get to the cashier so he can watch the container belt.

And my favorite, he warns me before our walk in the woods, "Don't go off the path, Mom. You might get itchy ivy."

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The VCR saga continues

Today at the grocery store, I bought Mo his very favorite toy: 79-cent generic brand scotch tape. Then, like most Wednesdays, we stopped at the library.

When we got home, while Mo was busy making tape creations, Curly hit the eject button on the DVD player. Without hesitation, he took Mo's new library DVD (Care Bears) and shoved it into the VCR at an angle that made me question if I could get it out without breaking it.

After much finagling - while Mo was whimpering over my shoulder - I finally rescued the Care Bears.

Mo, just as frustrated with Curly's VCR obsession as I am, asked me if he could tape it shut.

"Sure," I told him. (I love it when they police themselves.)

Well, a minute and a half later, Curly shoved his chubby hands right through the tape barricade, directly into the mouth of the VCR.

So right now residing in the VCR, we have:
  • multiple shreds of sticky tape that I'll probably never be able to retrieve
  • a bendy straw
  • a hot pink, plastic pipe for blowing bubbles

Monday, October 26, 2009

That's an imagination

Today while I was preparing dinner, I heard a thud and then some muffled little boy voices from the living room. Whenever I start making dinner or loading the dishwasher or putting laundry in the dryer, some kind of trouble-making gene kicks in. This is especially true whenever I pick up a phone.

So I pop in the living room to access the damage.

They both look up at me, doe-eyed and sweet as can be.

"What was that?" I asked, scanning for anything broken or out-of-place, since no one appeared hurt.

They both grinned. Obviously, they were up to something.

Finally, Mo the Mouth spoke up, "Mom, it was just your imagination."

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Hmmm, maybe we do need a dog

Since I'm feeling listy, here's another good one.

Things I cleaned off the floor yesterday

1. Bits of crescent roll

2. Fishy crackers

3. Cheeze-its

4. A broken up slice of cheese

5. Mac-n-cheese

* If there was any doubt about where we live, I'm sure you've all figured out by now that we're Wisconsinites, since half my list is cheese ...

6. Bath water

7. Drinking water

8. Applesauce

9. Milk

10. Yo-J

11. A red freezy pop

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Curly's treasures

Here's what I've recently "discovered" inside my VCR. Everytime I see Curley wander in that direction, I assume there's a new little treasure waiting for me.

1. Tinker toys
2. DVDs
3. CDs
4. The remote control
5. Fishy crackers
6. Legos
7. Checkers
8. A plastic fork
9. A small flashlight
10. Something small and blue that I haven't been able to dislodge

Needless to say, the VCR no longer works.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Ziggies piggies revisited

Here's a post from January that I thought would be fun to revisit...

We were driving through the country and I noticed we were coming up on a pig farm with several large smiley face signs. The place was called “Ziggy’s Piggies,” kind of a fun little landmark in the middle of cow pasture.

So I mentioned this to Mo, thinking he would get a kick out of it. He was silent, so I thought he was just taking in the scenery, but when I looked in the back seat his expression was that of horror and disgust as we passed the pig farm.

“What?” I demanded, suddenly concerned.

“Piggies, Mom? Like… feet?”

And then I remembered, just that morning, grabbing his little toes to play, “This little piggy.” Just imagine where his little mind was going, envisioning a piggy farm.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Curly the Climber

Lest you think, based on my recent posts, that Mo's the only one causing trouble here in Boogerland- check out where I found Curly a couple days ago. I think it's pretty evident how he got up there, and what he was going for..

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The problem with lollipops

I'm not a fan of lollipops. They seem like too much candy in one shot. And not so good for the chompers.

So my strategy when Mo insists on eating a sucker is that I put the timer on. He has to put down the sucker when the timer goes off. If he doesn't, I throw it away immediately. (I might throw it away later, if it gets gunky, but then I'll trash it on the sly so it's not so devestating.)

Well, he's caught on to me.

A couple days ago, he snatched a sucker while I was wishing my friend a happy birthday on the phone. Not wanting him to eat the whole thing just before dinner, I warned, "OK, I'm putting on the timer."

"Great Mom," he said unphased. "When it starts to beep, I'll quick chew up the rest of it real fast."

Yeah, nice.

And then when I duck into the kitchen to put on the timer he yells to me, "Mom? Do we have any ant traps right now?"

"Um, no," I replied. In the springtime we had a bit of an ant problem. I figured that's what he was thinking of. But then I reconsidered.

"Honey, why are you asking about ant traps?" I asked, suddenly remembering how we warn him whenever he spills someone on the floor: Clean it up right away, otherwise we'll get ants. And sure enough...

"I dropped a piece of my sucker on the floor," he says. "If we had ant traps out, then I don't have to pick it up, right?"

Friday, October 9, 2009

Guess what this is: A belt of a different color

Here's what happens when you give a 4-year-old some spending power. Mo got himself a spiffy new bright green "belt." Only it's not actually intended to be worn as a little boy belt.

Can you guess what it really is?

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Just say what you mean, Lady

I think I've mentioned recently how 4-year-olds seem to take everything sooo literally. I've had two recent conversations with Mo where it was abundantly clear that I - without realizing it - totally misled him.

1. Today in the car we saw a beautiful rainbow. It was the most vibrant rainbow I've ever seen in person. Excitedly I exclaimed, "Look boys! Look! A real LIVE rainbow."

Mo has seen rainbows in books and on TV, but I'm not sure that he's ever seen one in person. But he was uncharacteristically quiet about it.

"Do you see it?" I asked.

"Yes, Mom, I see it," he paused. "Does it really talk?"


"Well, you said it was alive," he said.

2. At the grocery store the other day, the boys were getting squirrely, as usual. To keep them busy and out of trouble, I excitedly pointed out the granola bar aisle. We needed granola bars.

"Guess what, Kiddo. I'm going to let you pick out ANY box of granola bars you want!" I gestured expansively over the rows and rows of boxes. "Any one you want, Bud."

Instead of inspecting the ones with bits of Oreos or peanut butter chips, he went right for the high-fiber variety. The ones with like, all your fiber needs for six days, packed into a chocolatey little bar. And he was dead-set on getting that kind.

But, he was right, I did tell him he could have any box. So instead of inciting a tantrum I just threw in a box of his favorite rainbow chip bars and hid his high-fiber selection when we got home. He never noticed.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Mo's love song to Mom

As part of our nighttime routine - after brushing teeth and reading stories - we sing songs.

Tonight, after I finished the first song, Curly started singing gibberish in his little baby voice, so sweet.

When he was done, of course Mo needed a turn, too. I was getting ready for a song about butts or potties or french fried eyeballs. You know, the usual fare. But instead, his song went like this:

Oh, I love you so much Mommy
You are my sweetie pie
I love you more than Daddy does
And, now, good bye
How adorable is that? And it even rhymes! Perhaps we have a future writer on our hands.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Boob tube for the birdies

The concept of reflection is hard to grasp when you're four. (So is sarcasm, but I'll talk about that another day.)

Today was dark and rainy. Cuddled on the couch, Mo and I watched a Rugrats video from the library (until the VCR ate said video, thanks to Curly breaking the VCR with Tinker Toy bits - but again, I digress).

Mo suddenly noticed the reflection of his favorite cartoon in the picture window behind us.

"Mom! Look out there!" he yelled, looking from the real TV to the reflected TV and back again. "It's two TVs! Wow! Two TVs!"

Too tired to explain - because Daddy would have surely given him the entire scientific explanation of light refraction and yada yada yada - I just smiled and said, "Yeah, two TVs."

He grinned back at me and looked out the window some more.

"That's nice, Mommy," he said after a minute. "Now all the animals can watch TV too."

Thursday, October 1, 2009

What happened to the popcorn?

Mo asked for popcorn, his favorite snack. But when the entire bowl disappeared within just a few minutes, I started to get suspicious.

"What happened to the popcorn?" I asked.

"I put it in the garbage truck," he explained. "It needs to get crunched up."

"Your toy garbage truck?" I asked.

"No," he said. "It's my garbage truck. And it really crunches up real garbage!"

Starting to get a little nervous, I asked him to show me. So he did.

Yes, that would be Daddy's recliner. I must say, Mo's pretty creative.