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, January 28, 2011

When Mommy's sick

I've been sick the past couple days. Yesterday my temp was 102, and I could barely get off the couch. (Better today, thank goodness.)

I noticed how things change around here when Mama's sick. As I watched the dishes pile up and noted how badly the floors needed sweeping, I found myself saying some unlikely things to my Booger Boys:
  • What's for dinner, Mommy?
"You know where the cereal is. Get some for your brother, too."
  • Can I eat the leftover noodles in the fridge?
"Sure. Go ahead and eat 'em cold. If you can't reach the forks, just use your fingers."
  • I don't have any clean socks.
"Well, find some in the laundry basket that don't stink too bad."
  • Can I watch another show?
"Sure. Watch as much TV as you like."

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Odd display of brotherly love

Mo and Curly have been fighting nonstop since we walked in the door this afternoon.

They fought over snacks, TV shows and toys. Curly went to time out twice for screaming his head off. Mo was reduced to tears, twice, which isn't like him.

I was cuddling with Curly on the couch, watching Backyardigans, when I noticed a change in Mo. He went in the kitchen and made some microwave popcorn all by himself.

Then, even more surprisingly, he put it in a large bowl and brought it to us in the living room.

He crouched down to his little brother's level and asked him sweetly, "Do you want some popcorn?"

Curly, as surprised as I was by this peace offering, looked at me questioningly.

Again, Mo asked him in a sugary voice, "Do you want some popcorn?"

A huge smile grew on Curly's face. He tried to nod his head, but having difficulty with that particular motor skill, he jumped to his feet and said, "Yes! Yes!"

Without missing a beat, Mo lifted the bowl up high and dumped all the popcorn over Curly's head.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sleep vs. monsters

This alarm clock is my nemesis.

I had the bright idea to let Mo pick out his own alarm clock when he started Kindergarten in September. However, the ear-splitting BBBBBBRIINNNNNNGGGGG on this thing make me want to run screaming down the sidewalk.

Knowing this, the kids like to set if off "for fun" at random times during the day.

I've threatened, many a time, to "throw that thing in the garbage if you don't turn it off RIGHT NOW!" And, frankly, I'm not sure why it hasn't landed in the Goodwill pile yet.

Anyway, after one such moment today, Mo asks me, "Mom, what if this alarm clock was set to go off and wake everybody up if ever a monster came into our house?"

Now, speaking as someone who hasn't had a full night of sleep since 2007, my immediate reply was, "That would be really sad if it woke everyone up. Sleep is very important."

Mo looked me in the eye and asked, "Wouldn't it be more important to wake us up so we could chase the monster out of our house before it ate our entire family?"

Friday, January 14, 2011

The dreams of kindergarteners

This afternoon I volunteered in Mo's kindergarten classroom. They were learning about Dr. Martin Luther King. After reading a book and singing a song about him, they worked on posters. The sheets were pre-printed with a line from his famous "I have a dream" speech.

The kids were supposed to add a line about their own dreams for the future. I helped them spell words.

One girl told me that her dream was for her siblings to quit fighting with her. We settled on, "I wish for peace."

But it got more difficult after that.

One little boy kept telling me his dream is to be a "gangsta." I pressed him about why exactly he wanted to be a gangsta. He said, "to make cool music." So I helped him write that he hopes to make nice music for people.

Then I got to Mo.

"What's your dream, Kiddo?"

"I wish for everyone to have magic powers," he said, excited. "And my power will be that I can be invisible!"

Friday, January 7, 2011

Don't mess with an angry 2-year-old

Curly's been experiencing the typical frustrations of a 2-year-old, being small and unable to communicate as effectively as the rest of us - and trying to keep up with his big brother.

Take a recent car conversation:

Mo: Mom, can I have -

Curly: She's not your mom! SHE'S MY MOM!

Mo: She's my mom, too.

Me: Yes, Honey, I'm his mom too.


The rest of us pause for a second, then start laughing. Curly huffs, even more mad.

Mo (laughing): I know I'm not two. I'm five.


Mo: Yes I am five.

Curly (still angry): YES YOU ARE! YOU'RE FIVE, I'M TWO!

I'm actually having fun dealing with the stubborn 2-year-old behaviors the second time around - a little perspective goes a long way. In fact, I actually find Curly pretty cute while he's going through his little tantrums - never thought I'd say that!

Monday, January 3, 2011

The trouble with Santa

I'm starting to wonder if this was our last year with both kids believing in Santa. Mo's already starting to question.

First he didn't like the idea of the fat man in red sneaking around our house while we're sleeping.

Then on Christmas morning, Dad asked him, "Did you get everything you wanted for Christmas."

Mo replied, "Santa's a liar!"


"I gave him directions to get me a sled with a steering wheel. And I told him two different times," he said, utterly disappointed. "Santa's a liar!"

In all honesty, we did look for sleds with steering wheels but didn't think it was a huge deal. Grandma got him a really cool sled - and Santa got him a Razor scooter - we thought that would overshadow the missing steering wheel. But I guess not.

How long do most kids believe in Santa, anyway?

Saturday, January 1, 2011

New Years resolutions for the Booger Boys

Sure, I want to get more sleep, lose 10 pounds and sell my screenplay for a million bucks this year. But if none of that happens, I'd still be a very happy mama if the Booger Boys would stick to these five resolutions:

1. This year let me use the toilet without an audience. (Bonus points if I can take a bath without someone pounding on the door, screaming and/or crying.)

2. Let me find only minimally harmful objects inside my nicer footwear - unlike the yogurt drink discovered in my new boots this morning.

3. Use your clever little brains for good and not evil. Heck, I would probably settle for 3/4 good and 1/4 evil.

4. Only break the cheap stuff, and leave the electronics and furniture in their shabby-but-still-functioning state.

5. Keep the swearing, bodily functions (you know which ones I mean) and embarrassing stories within the walls of our home. Or at least within our inner circle of friends and family.