"Booger Boy"

Before we had kids we were talking to Ty's sister and brother-in-law who at that point, were called to work in the primary (the organization for children ages 18 months - 12 yrs old in our church). They had us in stitches over some stories about the kids they worked with, one in particular who seemed to always have a cold. They called him "booger boy" because well...I'll let you use you're imagination on that one. Anyway, I remember thinking, "When we have kids we will never let them run around with snot all over. I don't mind that kids get messy but the least I can do is clean them up."

I am now here to say...I GIVE UP! I am the proud mama of a 100%, disgusting, snot encrusted "Booger Boy" of my own (hangs head in despair). When I so much as look at the tissue box he turns and runs, screaming bloody murder as if I had just chopped his nose off with a carving knife. Geeeeshhh! This lovely cold was brought on by teething (the blight of my life) and is hanging on trying to strangle any last bit of sanitary concern I have left. The first couple days he was so snugly and loving. Laying on me for hours just wanting to be held and sung to. Now...he's a little whirling dervish of terror and destruction who has been locked inside our apartment for far to long and therefore must invent new and exciting games to play to keep himself entertained as mom lies on the couch with the same cold and replays one of three Seseame Street DVD's over and over and over again every time Mr. O scratches out the word "street" in his horse little voice.
Through some miracle of motherhood though, I still like the kid. I mean he's pretty gross right now and he's more often crying than not because he feels so terrible and I myself feel pretty crappy too...but it never ceases to amaze me how cute he can be and after he FINALLY falls asleep at night and I'm looking down at his red little snot covered face laying peacefully in my arms how much I still love and adore my little Booger Boy.

"Ah Ha Mom, this is what I think of you're wretched tissues!"

Our little sickbed for two

Pathetic isn't it?