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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.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Christmas in Boogerland

Here's how you know that it's the holiday season in my house:

1. Every morning I've been woken by Mo. "Mom! What number is it today?"

I give him the date and his little feet patter away, sometimes with his brother in tow. I can hear them on the steps and then in the kitchen until he finds the coveted advent calender and the day's new piece of molded chocolate.

2. When I do something to upset Mo - like I make something for dinner that's not mac-n-cheese or I send him to time out - he looks at me and threatens, "I'm telling Santa on you!" Or even better, he warns me that if I'm naughty, I could get "cold" in my stocking.

3. The crash we heard in the living room was Curly knocking over the Christmas tree. We lost a few ornaments, but thankfully the little guy was OK. In fact, I think it scared him into finally understanding why we don't let him play near the glittery, ever-fascinating Christmas tree. He's pretty much left it alone ever since.

4. I kept discovering little finger-sized gouges in the rock-hard frosting of our gingerbread house. Finally, I found a spot on the mantel where the little men can't seem to reach it.

5. Our car rides are filled with "oohs" and "ahhhs" - even if it's the same Christmas lights we've driven by a million times, the boys are continually impressed with any sort of lights display.

In fact, most of what they've experienced so far this season - the advent calender, the decorations, lights, crafts, treats and songs - are nothing short of magical to Curly and Mo. I can only imagine the wonder and joy these next few days will bring.

Happy Holidays from Boogerland!!

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Getting old, sort of

This weekend I turned 33. I don't usually feel old or whine about birthdays, but this one hit me a little stronger than most. I think it's because I remember when I was a kid and my uncle turned 33. And he was a grown-up.

Does that make me a grown-up now too?

Here are a few of those moments where my age has really slapped me in the face lately:

1. Mo, at the ripe old age of 4, asked (seriously) for his own laptop from Santa. He's had a toy laptop since he was 2 and he's sick of me "kicking him off" my own computer when he's trying to play his games on nickjr.com or pbskids.org or watch a streaming Care Bear video from Netflix. I got my first computer (with a modem, what we had before that was basically a word processor) when I was a senior in college. Mo isn't even in kindergarten.

2. My kids hardly ever watch TV in real time. And when we do, Mo often asks me to "freeze it." They're used to watching shows online or DVDs from the library. He doesn't understand why I can't freeze Sesame Street for him when he goes to the bathroom.

3. Mo thinks that Bingo and Candyland are computer games. He learned to play both of them, completely on his own, during his special computer time while I'm putting Curly down for naps.

4. My kids think that going to insanely huge indoor water parks is a normal way to spend the weekend.

5. Mo's been asking a lot of questions about death lately. That could be a whole other blog post. But he asked me if he was going to die. I told him not for a long time, when he's very, very, very, very old. He replied, "Old like Daddy?" My husband is 33.

6. One of Mo's friends saw the crank for my car window and asked "What's that?" She's 6. She had never seen manual car windows before.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Mom's cold computer

Mo: Mom, why's your computer always so cold?

Me: My computer isn't cold.

Mo: Yes, it is. You tell me all the time.

Me: What do I tell you all the time?

Mo: You know, when you turn it on. It's always cold.

Me: Hunh?

Mo: You always tell me to wait for the computer to warm up.

Me: Oh!

Mo: So, why is your computer always cold?

Friday, December 11, 2009

The mystery of the missing tape: Solved

Winter showed up in full force in Boogerland this week. On Tuesday and Wednesday it dumped a foot and a half of snow on us. And then it turned bitter cold (it's -2 as I write this).

Today one of my projects was to put plastic over all the windows to help insulate the house a little better. Mo "helped" me for a while, but he was most interested in using the hair dryer to torture his little brother: "Hey look, Mom, I can give him more curls!"

The boys got bored quickly and went off to play. I could hear them giggling in the bathroom. They love to climb into the large cupboard under the sink (now empty) and "hide" in there with their flashlights.

To put the plastic up, I was using double-sided tape from a kit we used last year. I knew I had a second role but couldn't find it. When the first roll ran out, I took a break and went to check on the boys... and discovered where the tape went.

Mo exclaimed, "Mom! Look! We made a spider web!"

Monday, December 7, 2009

Ah, the smell of the season

The other day at Target, as I was loading my things onto the conveyor belt (or as Mo says, the container belt), I caught a whiff of my garbage bags.

I did a double take.

Sure enough, they were vanilla scented.

I found this hilarious. Still do, actually.

Mo asked me what was so funny. I held up the garbage bags to him. "Smell," I told him.

"Yummy!" he said.

"We bought vanilla garbage bags! No matter how stinky your brother's diapers get, at least we'll know that they're being contained in delicious-smelling bags."

So that was that.

Yesterday we had a rather festive December afternoon. We'd just finished putting up the Christmas decorations. And then it was time to make a gingerbread house and put on some holiday music.

I also decided to turn on my fake candles - with two wild men in the house, I'm too afraid to have an open flame, but I bought some fake candles that look just as pretty in my Christmas candle holders. They even smell nice.

Mo loves looking at the candles and switching them on and off.

In a moment of inspiration, he said to me, "Hey Mom! Guess what? These 'nilla candles smell just as nummy as our garbage bags!"

Ah yes, just as yummy as our garbage bags.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Oh, you better watch out

Mo has a new fascination: Santa Clause.

And what's most interesting to him about Santa isn't the presents. Or the fact that he has flying reindeer or travels up and down chimneys. The big deal for Mo is that Santa's watching him. I think it genuinely creeps him out.

"How does he do it, Mom?" he'll ask out of the blue.


"How does Santa watch me? How does he know if I've been naughty or nice?"

As I was thinking of a good response to that yesterday, he ventured some suggestions.

"Does he have a giant telescope? Or is it some kind of map?"

I envisioned a map like in Harry Potter, where Santa watches what all the little kids are doing at all hours of the day and night.

"You know, Sweetie, I'm not sure how he does it - but I think it's magic."

He nods and thinks some more.

Under his breath, he utters, "Maybe I can trick him."

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Don't mess with Mo

Recently we were loading into the car, heading to a playdate, when one of our neighbors said, "Hello."

Mo (to Neighbor): Do you know where we're going?

Neighbor: Um. To your friend's house?

Mo: Yep! Do you know who it is?


Mo: It's my friend Jackie!

Neighbor: Oh yes, she's a very nice girl.

Me (to Neighbor): Boy.

Neighbor: Right, boy.

Mo: You remember him, right? From Halloween. We went trick-o-treating at your house.

Neighbor: Oh sure, that kid in the funny costume. I remember him.

Mo: Yeah, he was a fire fighter.

Neighbor: That's right, the fire fighter.

Mo folds his arms and turns serious. Then he deadpans:

Mo: He ... was.... Batman.