Boogers...The Breakfast of Champions.

College circa 2003 had me at a bar with my girlfriends flirting with guys....pretending I know how to line dance, spinning the Miller Lite Wheel of Fortune for free T-shirts....etc etc...

Oh and drinking...it was college for heavens sake.  

Never in my wildest dreams back then....did I think I would be singing "Booger Queen" to my baby while trying to remove the boogers plastered to her nose while wrestling her to the ground and holding her still so that she cannot escape the wet wipe.  Yes you have to use a wet wipe because boogers are sticky and well boogery...they require extra post-graduate degrees and a level of understanding of rudimentary chemistry to remove.  Also it helps if you are in top physical shape like some sort of Olympian...those skills may also come in handy here.  

Regardless that was my weekend...boogers.  I know I've lost a lot of potential blog readers on this one.  I'm not really out to market myself anyway (that's an opinion for another day).  Anyway, I thought I would post the cuteness of my weekend it was a bit overwhelming and obnoxious.  It makes the booger fights and the fact that I'm actually focusing on boogers...all worth while.

Enjoy!

A constant state of existence in our house.  I'm not sure if she's trying to catch bugs with her tongue out ALL THE TIME...maybe its just to get the gross slobber all over her clothes.  Regardless...she  is dedicated!

I took these on my iPhone so they aren't awesome but the cuteness is so it all works itself out.  

I think she might be possessed.  Either that or this picture certifies that she is indeed my child.  

Oh here we go...the point of all these pictures...Look Mom nooo boogers!

A couple of months ago Dave's parents were in town and we grabbed some breakfast with them before they drove back to Ohio.  The bebes was having an overly boogery day and my FIL asked if I was going to clean up the crusties.  I firmly responded....No.  My MIL then asked why and I was very concrete in my response that if I remove the icky grossness under her nose it will then start flowing with the power of our almighty God behind it.  And I did not have the energy to handle it on that particular day.  Well after a few more mentions of the boogers I gave in and cleaned up the bebes....and what do you think happened....Gah...It's so hard to be right all the time.  Seriously it's overwhelming! 

I also think about what would my mother do.  I should get a bracelet with that on it huh.  WWMMD that's a lot of letters.  Anyway I think my Mom probably would have diligently cleaned the bebes nose.  I think my MIL would have done it too.  Maybe I'm less of a mother....Or maybe I just want my kid to be made fun of.  Maybe I just know that if I'm happy and the bebes is happy (with boogers)...then Dave's life will be easier too.  

I think I just rationalized that I don't clean up the bebes snot because it makes my husband happy.  How on earth did I come to that point?  It's not even a cohesive thought.  I'm impressed.