The Mayor isn't a snuggler.
Only after a huge meltdown does he want to be held, hugged and rocked...
Which is exactly the time I'm usually contemplating an ice pick to the forehead.
The Rooster gives up more love.
When I put her to sleep at night she curls into my body for a last hug and snuggle before she goes to sleep.
K and I alternate nights putting The Mayor and Rooster down so I only get to have her last moments of baby girl love every other night.
Last night was K's turn with her.
Fifteen minutes after they were both in bed Rooster started crying.
I gladly went to her, figuring I could get a little of her sweetness.
I picked her up and she snuggled into my face and neck.
I sang a soft lullaby and swayed back and forth in the darkness.
Finally, I put her back in the crib with her blankie, her bear and her baby doll.
She rolled over, settled.
As I walked out of the room I felt something vaguely sticky on my cheek.
I reached up and wiped at it.
As I reached the light of the kitchen, I realized I was holding the Georgia State Fair, Blue Ribbon Winning, Biggest Booger of all time.
The hugest booger ever, a MAN sized booger, a booger that could have only originated from The Brawny Man or Sasquatch was stuck on my face.
Stuck. on. my face.
What's the name of this family record?
Oh, the joys.
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At least she has the good sense not to show you the snot and then gulp it down like raw oysters.
My son is fond of approaching me, jamming a finger up his nose, showing me the glob and eating it with relish. (Mmmm! Boogees, Mama, Yum boogees!) Proof that men are disgusting from a very early age!
Awwwwwwwww! Presents before bed. You gotta love them!!!
It's her way of showing love. Sort of.
Lovely.
Sweet as heck. She shares her bodily fluids (globules) so openly with you. You are one lucky mamma...Yuck.
Didn't I read that it's supposed to be good for your skin? Oh wait...that's something else.
Ew.
I've grown pretty cavalier about bodily fluids/eruptions, but boogers still get to me.
LOL -- I could have written this post myself, from the alternating of who puts which child to bed to the big boulder booger. I'm so glad it's not just happening in my house. :)
Isn't the size of their boogers insane? I pulled one out of The Poo's nose that I swear was the size of my head.
They're so generous.
Mine gave me pinkeye.
Hmmm... boulder boogers or pink chunky vomit with slime? Gosh - I'm not sure which one I'd pick. I've already tried the pink & chunky..
Good mamas wear it all and don't bat an eyelash (at least until the kid's not looking anymore).
Nothing says love like a booger.
This came to me in an e-mail yesterday--
I was packing for a business trip and my three year old daughter was
having a wonderful time playing on the bed. At one point she stuck out two of her fingers and said, "Daddy, look at this".
Trying to keep her entertained, I said, "Daddy's gonna eat your
fingers," and reached out and stuck her tiny fingers in my mouth, pretending to eat them.
I went back to packing and, looking up again, saw my daughter standing on the bed staring at her fingers with a devastated look on her face.
I said, "What's wrong, Honey?"
She replied, "What happened to my booger?"
Sweet signs of affection... a little something to remember me by, Mom! See 'ya in the mornin'!
Niiiiiiiice. Another benefit of having kids-they give you a new appreciation for all bodily products.
What? No pictures?
And mine gave me vomit. In the hair. Its still there actually. I'm scared to get in the shower because god knows where she'll puke next.
LOL!!!
Love the pic, too!
very cute little story... I can't remember how many times I've gotten to work only to discover a "gift" like that on my shirt from a morning cuddle...
Well...at least it wasn't on your lip? or...like your eyeball?
I think a booger that size stuck to your face is totally worth that little snuggle. Gross though, really gross!
awww. but it was a booger-full-of-loooove:)
The gift that keeps on giving...
wow, she didn't want to leave it on daddy?
Nice....
when do these kids learn to always wipe on daddy???
Well, lunch won't be happening anytime soon. Thank you, booger girl.
Aren't we all just a giant handkerchief for our kids? The first thing my son looks for when he's gotalilsumpthin on his fingers, is my shirt! He wipes, smiles, and walks away as if the order of the universe is right where it should be. Go figure.
Yuck! I was hungry before...but not now! Still, the story was hilarious.
Awwww, what's a baby booger in the end but a missive of love?
My daughter had a bad cold just after Christmas. She still hasn't figured out how to blow her nose. One night during her bath I washed her snot-nose right proper. A few seconds later she was freaking out b/c of all the bugs in the tub. I explained that they were her boogers. She watched them slide down the drain while she said plaintive "bye-byes" and now each time she bathes she puts her toe down the drain at the end of her bath and claims that she wants to go see her boogers.
nice.
I think she faked the cry just so she could wipe her finger on you. LOL
At what point in our lives do we stop finding child-generated gooey objects on ourselves?
Just wondering.
Boogers are the love tokens of childhood. That just means she really, really loves you.
LOL!!!!! I can't stop laughing!!!
only because I've been there too.
Funny post!
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Gotta love that!
She had you confused with the boogar fairy. Did you note the hurt look on her face in the morning? She didn't find a quarter when she woke up - or maybe she was expecting a dollar for that huge nugget.
Well, at least she didn't leave it on the wall like mine do.
Oh, HILARIOUS! Great post.
priceless. and now proving that there's a price to pay for squeezing in that last snuggle!
You have to love the boogers! At least, you have to pull them out, wipe them off, and yank them off of fingers before they can be eaten! KIDS! UGH!
I am not sure when parenting stops being disgusting...but I am SO ready for that stage!
I sometimes consider putting things like that in a shadow box right alongside things that could be considered "a man size dump." Then when they're bratty teenagers bringing home a boy with piercings all in his face, we can pull out the shadow box and show him what kinds of things came out of their body when they were but a baby. Imagine how big they must be now.
Oh, I have sooooo been there!!! Isn't it amazing (in an utterly disgusting way) what comes out of their cute little bodies???
Sending a box of Kleenex...
Carrie
Oh, I have sooooo been there!!! Isn't it amazing (in an utterly disgusting way) what comes out of their cute little bodies???
Sending a box of Kleenex...
Carrie
You can tell I don't have kids because I just seriously gagged and a little vomit came up in my mouth. Then I clicked over to write this down in the comments and read the first comment by Karrie. I am not reading any more.
Bossy is impressed that you've at least managed lipstick.
she shared her snack with you. what a sweetheart!
Ah.. the dangers of the snuggling with the wee peeps.
EWWWWWW
I don't care what happens with those damn blog awards, you'll always be funniest lady/mommy blogger of all time :)
Too funny!! In our house I am the one puts them in their beds, mommy reads to them, then it is the daddy monster who snatches up the little buggers and puts then in their beds. We do prayers and songs and check for spiders (long story). I miss the rocking chair and crib sometimes. Don't know that I ever got a snot rocket on the cheek.
Wow, and to think I *WANT* kids.
well, maybe she thought you wanted a snack for later....or something
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snot or no, Jess, you are such a damn hottie.
I'm just sayin'.
I once found my son's umbillical cord in my push-up bra. Oh, the crispy joys. It was kind of like an oversized, dried brown booger. What's worse ... I saved it for the memories. Now my other son's head wound staples are tucked away alongside the decaying remains of his older brother's last physical connection to freak-a-mommy me. There you have it. Booger onward.
Karrie - gag!
I am a human hanky.
Ya gotta love those 'man-sized boogies'. Nothin' quite like 'em! Especially when they come from the cutest, sweetest little innocent 'no-boogies-here' baby girls! *sigh*
Once you could have said I was a bit boogerphobic, but being a mommy has forced me to give that up. I've been known to snatch them with my bare hands, otherwise there is no tellling where they will end up, especially with four little nostrils running around.
Amazing how much snot such a little person can produce isn't it?!
LOL Wow - that happened to me just this morning. LOVE.IT
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that was a very kind gift - think of the sacrifice it entailed for her - rather like a cat bringing the mouse to you, rather than eating it ...
Awwwww....a giant booger from a toddler is like sweet poetry. It mean love great love. Hee hee.
Just as long as you don't save the boogers in an engraved box...now that would be gross. ;)
Baby Snot = love.
Really.
What other explanation can there be that wouldn't have us running screaming from the house?
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