Friday, March 11, 2011

Boogie woogie

Will has figured out that his little fingers fit perfectly in his little nostrils, AND they just so happen to pull out little boogies. He brings them to me like a dog would bring you a dead possum. 'look mommy!' and he's so proud of himself. It's pretty cute, I'll admit it. I love seeing preK pictures. There is always one kid digging in their nose. I hope Will is that kid.

With that bring said, when does one stop picking their nose? I remember telling my dad as he tucked me in that I was going to ask God to help me to quit picking my nose. I was probably 7 or 8. It didn't work. Fact is, we all have boogers. Where and how you pick your nose is key.

I can only use lent free tissue to blow my nose. Anything else and I will sneeze 1000 times. So sometimes a quick rearrangement of the boogies will suffice. Especially when you feel like one is stabbing you. Those are the worst.

I was at a stoplight today and there was a woman digging in her nostrils. If Emily Post had a rule for nose picking, this woman would have failed. Everyone knows you should pick while driving.

So this is most likely the lesson I am going to teach my offspring. It's okay to pick your boogies. Why isn't it? We all have them. Pick away, my people. Pick away.

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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

my little lukie

you are one today. I can't believe it. It seems like yesterday when I found out I was having you. We were really surprised, and totally excited. You were such a blessing to us and are teaching us new things every day. You were a surprise in the beginning, and I think that you will constantly be a surprise to us. I am positive that you will be a daily reminder to our family that God is in charge at all times, and not to worry too much because He has it all under control. You are my youngest of our two complete miracles.

You can make any sound with your mouth. You love to mimic. You have the biggest smile, and you are such a lover. You need mama all the time, and demand that I hold you. You will sit on your knees and throw your little arms in the air and smile. Your daddy says I should leave you there, but I can't help myself. I need you just as much -if not more- than you need me. You are a big eater. There isn't a lot of food that you won't try. You are a great sleeper. (finally) And your big brother Will loves you so much and calls you "dookie". He gives you goodnight kisses and hugs and says " i love you dookie" and you giggle. You love him too. Your daddy adores you. I have a feeling you all are going to have a quiet and unspoken bond. You all are a lot alike.

i thank God every day for my two handsome boys. I am excited to live this life with you, and I am in awe of the amount

that I am learning about myself and about what an awesome God we have, and that is because of what you and Will teach me every minute since your births. Thank you for being you. I love you more than life itself. Happy Birthday to my sweet baby.