Happymaking is booger royalty!

I just realized that typing the word "booger" into Google nets this blog a page two search result! I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself. This can only lead to good things!

Let's take it one step further. Let's see if we can bump that up to a page one search result. Why settle for second place?

Please help me by typing booger in your comment.

I'll get to work on my own...

Booger.

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Booger Pickin' Delight

Good Morning! I woke up a wee bit early today and tiptoed into the dining area to try and sneak in a little pootin' time. I grabbed a Diet Coke, set myself up, stretched my knuckles, and clicked on Google Reader. Then I heard it. Is that Lily or the wind? So now I'm sitting with Lily on my lap with a boob in her mouth happily nursing away while I read my email. I couldn't type because every time I reached towards the keyboard she whipped her head around and it landed dangerously close to the edge of the dining table.

Hmm... what's that sticking out of her left nostril? Before I even know what I'm doing, I reach down with my pinky nail and dig out a dried-up booger. Now I've got a dried up Lily booger on my pinky. What do I do with it? I hadn't planned that far in advance. At the time it seems reasonable to place it on the table while I finish nursing my daughter, with plans to dispose of it and clean the table when the opportunity presents itself. Horrifying, yes. But given the situation, fair enough. Not to Lily. She's curious to see what is causing such mental commotion resulting in quizzical expressions on Mommy's face and proceeds to careen her head and contort her body towards said booger and kick her little legs until I (yes) pick it up again with plans to show it to her and explain to her all about boogers. I never got that far because the cotton-pickin thing fell on her. Where did it land? I have no clue. I looked, oh boy did I look, but it never turned up.

Want to come over for dinner? Happy Friday!