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.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Another great car conversation

Sometimes I just want to preserve the deep conversations that happen in our car.

Me: OK guys, Dad and I are going to a wedding tomorrow so you're going to have a babysitter.

Mo: You're going, too, Dad?

Dad: Yep.

Mo: And you're taking your mom.

Dad: Not my mom, your mom.

Mo: Right, you're going with your mom.

Dad: No, she's my wife.

Mo: Your life?

Dad: My wife. Your mom's my wife.

Mo: Mom's your life?

Mo sometimes pronounces words incorrectly, often switching the first letter for a different consonant, so I got to wondering...

Me: Hey Kiddo, can you say words with double-u in them?


Curly: X!

Dad: Not like that, say "water" ...


Curly: X!

Mo: Y and Z!


Friday, September 24, 2010

Five kindergarten lessons so far

Here are some things Mo's learned in Kindergarten so far:

1. The expression "Easy peasy, lemon cheesy."

2. That "girls go to Jupiter to get more stupider."

3. We should "leave no trace" and sometimes that means picking up other people's garbage - which he's started doing around our house and neighborhood, not just at school. (Can you see my proud-mama smile?)

4. He doesn't like hot lunch. Not because of the taste but because he ends up throwing too much of it away, and he "feels bad wasting."

5. Where the Principal sits. The third day of school, Mo asked me to show him how to get to the Principal's office, "just in case."

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Goofy socks in the face of adversity

If you've read this blog even once before, you know that Mo is a character. He often dresses himself and his sparkling personality shines through in his wardrobe choices. Remember the dog collar/belt?

Well, now it's goofy socks. And boy does the kid have a lot of goofy socks. They're purple striped with blue owls. They're green with monkeys. They're black-and-pink polka dotted. And zebra striped.

Mo casually told me on the third day of kindergarten that some classmates were saying, "You must be a girl because you're wearing girl socks."
His response? "I like these socks."

When they kept making fun of him, he stuck out his tongue at them. He tells me he's responded the same way now at least a couple times with kids who've teased him about his outfits.

To help the little guy out, now when he gets dressed I always make sure there's at least one pair of plain white socks to pick from, if he wants to go the plain route.

And how many times do you think he's picked the white ones?


He knows the other kids might laugh at him, but he doesn't seem to mind. I hope that never changes.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Help. Is the PTO gonna hate me??

I need some help here, readers. Some of you have kids older than mine, so you've been through this before.

In our first two weeks of having a public school kid, I'm shocked at how many times we've been hit up for money. On three occasions we've been asked to buy "spirit wear" - namely, t-shirts and sweatshirts with my son's school name on it. We've also had "market day" fliers and book sale catalogues sent home.

And these are just the everyday fundraisers - there's also the seasonal fundraisers, like pasta and pizza sales that start later this month.

Here's my issue. My kids have plenty of clothes. The market day food is neither fresh nor healthy (kind of a misleading name, isn't it?) and I just don't have the space in my freezer. We have more books than we know what to do with - and a nearby library we visit weekly. On top of that, I'm not comfortable hitting up my friends and family for overpriced pizza or pasta or wrapping paper or any of that stuff.

However. I have no problem donating to my kids' school. I get that schools are underfunded, and I want my boys and the other kids in our community to have the best education possible.

Money for the school = GOOD
Overpriced crap I don't want = BAD

So, how do you solve that dilemma?

Well, we'd like to find out what the school really needs and then decide what we're comfortable donating - knowing we have two kids who will each attend the school for six years. Can we just make a personal donation from our family toward new computers or library books or whatever?

And then we could be allowed to ignore every market day and book sale and whatever other fundraiser they throw at us?!

Will that royally tick off the PTO? Are there better ways of doing this? I'd love to hear some thoughts on the subject...

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

A ruckus at the grocery store

We got yelled at today at the grocery store.

I don't know why it bothers me so much, but it does. I was so embarrassed and upset when we left the store that I was nearly shaking.

You see, Curly likes to make a high-pitched screaming sound lately. I can usually stop it with a word or a look or a distraction. But today at the grocery store - after a long day at work and school - Mo kept provoking his little bro. It made things really tough.

As we walked down the freezer section, Curly began screaming. He wouldn't stop with my usual tricks - and I realized that Mo was holding his hand and blowing raspberries into his palm. As I was trying to quiet my baby down - by separating the boys, threatening time out and taking away a treat all at once - is when I heard it.

"Stop it! Someone shut that kid up!"

The voice was behind me and I was too preoccupied doing exactly that - trying to shut the kid up - that I never got a look at who yelled at us.

Perhaps, someday, whoever it was, will need to buy a gallon of milk and loaf of bread while toting a child or grandchild with a healthy set of lungs.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Kindergarten and the pursuit of power

Mo started kindergarten on Wednesday. I got a bit misty-eyed, but he did great. In fact, he learned two lessons about power on the very first day.

1. When we were walking home, after the chattering about his new friends and how he had to be the "caboose" in line, Mo's face drew into a broad smile. He looked at me, almost challenging me, and declared defiantly: "Mom, at lunchtime I ate my dessert first!"

I remember having that same feeling in first grade. Knowing I could eat the fruit roll-up before my sandwich, and no one was stopping me. Ah, that first taste of freedom.

2. After crossing a busy street on the way to school, Mo became uncharacteristically quiet. Finally, he announced, "Mom, I know what I want to be when I grow up: A crossing guard!"

I remember how adoringly he watched the woman who stopped traffic for us.

"Mom? Do you think they get to bring home that little stop sign?" he asked. He was enthralled with the idea of being able to stop traffic, anytime, anywhere. Talk about power.