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.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Kindergarten here we come

Mo starts kindergarten tomorrow.

Naturally, I'm a little freaked out. I hope our meet-n-greet with his teacher wasn't an indication of how things are going to go this school year...
  • Mo threw his school supplies into the plastic bins like he was slam-dunking basketballs.
  • He wouldn't tell his teacher his name or how to spell it.
  • He told her she had "too many baby toys" in the classroom.
  • And I was informed that the classroom treat I planned to bring (fruit snacks) is not on the approved snack list.

Ready or not, here we come!

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Attack of the killer pumpkins: The saga continues

Last year I wrote about our killer pumpkins, born out of a composting Jack-O-Lantern, which took over our garden.

Well, they're back with a vengeance in 2010. I never knew how vicious or prolific their spiky vines could be, latching onto everything and spreading, spreading, spreading.

This year, they sprouted from the garden area, as well as from the compost bin on the other side of the yard.

They're covering our back door to the garage, making it impossible to go in or out that way - is that a fire hazard?

They've lept over our fence and are starting to terrorize the neighbor's yard. (Notice the big green guy bulging over our lot line in the photo above.)

Every day we gingerly peel the killer pumpkin vines off our fledgling raspberry plants.

But what we really found shocking was when we spotted some odd leaves poking out from our arborvitae (evergreen) tree, maybe seven feet up in the air.

See that? The killer pumpkins are now attacking our trees!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Mom's attempt at a relaxing bath

My back's been hurting me, so I tried soaking in a hot tub the other day. But "relaxing" is pretty much impossible in Boogerland.

After just a few minutes of playing with Dad and Mo downstairs, Curly had to come and find me. He toddled right up to the tub and for a second I thought he was going to jump in. But no, trying to be helpful, he started tossing in all the plastic watering cans and toys boats he could find. You know, just so I'd have something to play with.

Since, apparently, I wasn't playing with the toys to his satisfaction, he decided to join the fun -- by splashing me and getting himself all wet.

Then, impossibly quick for a two-year old pip-squeak, he reached over and dumped my almost-full cup of coffee on top of me, right into tub.

So much for relaxing...

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Let's play "taster"

We had Mo's fifth birthday party today. It was a pirate theme and I made a cake with two ships, an island, some plastic pirates and jolly roger flags.

The kids trickled in and applied their temporary tattoos and pirate stickers. Everyone played nicely as we waited for all the munchkins to arrive - so we could start the treasure hunt.

Waiting isn't Mo's strong suit.

He sauntered up to me and said, "Hey Mom, can we play tasters?"


"Tasters. Can we play it?" he asked again.

"What's tasters, Honey?"

He then leaned over the cake, lapped up a big scoop of frosting with his index finger and popped it in his mouth before I could say, "Hands off Birthday Boy!"

As least he was creative with his snitching!

Friday, August 13, 2010

Car wrecks and bad puns

We were driving home today and traffic was backed up for a couple miles. As we got closer we saw the flashing lights of emergency vehicles.

"Uh oh," I said. "Looks like someone got in an accident."

Mo knows all about car accidents. Both Daddy and I have been in crashes in the past few years - both of us had totaled cars and I got a back/neck injury that still bothers me today. Thankfully, we were both on our work commutes, and no boys were with us. In fact, Mo seems to think that the only way to get a new vehicle is to crash up your existing one. ("Mom, can you crash your car again, so we can get a van?")

Anyway, back to the story.

Mo peaks out the window and sees a crunched up mini van. He deadpans, "Looks like someone peed in their car."

"What?" I asked.

"Someone had an accident in their car," he says earnestly.

And then he starts cracking up, laughing. "Get it Mom! Someone peed in their car!! They had an accident!"

Friday, August 6, 2010

Dentist adventure with the Booger Boys

I had the distinct pleasure of having not one but both Booger Boys accompany me on my dentist appointment today.

They actually did amazingly well, especially considering we had to wait for 20 minutes in the waiting room.

At first when the hygienist started working on me, Curly starts yelling, "Mama mouth! Mama mouth!"

Then, as the hygienist hovered over me, Mo started to get concerned. He says to the poor woman, "Why aren't you letting my mom breath!?"

I reassured him that I, in fact, could breath just fine.

Then she got out the little straw vacuum thing, "Mr. Thirsty."

Both kids started shouting in alarm.

Mo yells, "Stop DRILLING my mom's teeth out!!"

Sunday, August 1, 2010

"Following through" kinda sucks

Any parenting book, pediatrician or nosy neighbor will tell you that when disciplining kids, "You gotta follow through!"

Last night we were heading to one of our favorite Italian restaurants for fresh bread with dipping oil, homemade calzones and pasta. My mouth was already watering.

The boys were bickering all day.

On the car ride to dinner, it got worse and worse. Poke, poke, poke. Scream, scream, scream. WAAHHHH!! MOM! LET GO! GIVE IT BACK! HE'S HITTING ME!

After multiple warnings and scoldings, Dad got tough. He said, "If you two don't stop it right now, I'm turning this car around and we're going home."

Two seconds later, Mo snatched away one of Curly's toys, refused to give it back --- and yes, Dad turned the car around.

They scream. They cried. I wanted to, too, knowing I now had another night of cooking and cleaning ahead of me - but I played it tough. You gotta following through, right?

We ended up eating some salty Bagel Bites and limp Creamette pasta. I mixed spices with olive oil and went to cut up some bread for dipping - but it was spotted with mold.

To top it off, Mo decided to use his Popsicle to "paint" the outside of our sliding glass door - rubbing it over the tons of grime and dirt for reasons I'll never understand. So he lost his dessert too.

Sigh. I hate being the bad guy.