Adventures in Motherhood

Me, rambling about motherhood and my ridiculous life…

Bats in the cave April 26, 2009

Filed under: boogers,health,Holy Grail,parenting,V — Ohdeerestme @ 5:09 pm
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booger-blog

Such a charming expression I picked up in Japan from an Englishman…. it always made me laugh. Right now it aptly describes V’s ongoing condition and my latest obsession…. and obsession is the best way I know how to describe it.

Currently we are embroiled in the midst of a nasty cold. So on top of the wheat and peanut issues, we are now dealing with mild asthma and the introduction of a nebulizer. V is on a course of antibiotics for his ear infection and some steroids for the asthma.

The fun never stops at the ‘perfect health’ bus-stop over here!

For those of you not familiar with this phrase, it refers to boogers (visible ones, that is). I am not going to mince words here. And my following details might be a little graphic….mostly about baby boogers, so I think you all (y’all) can handle it.

V’s little nose is so congested and runny right now that the booges are forming a booge barrier just inside his nose. It’s like a beaver dam or something. Stacks and stacks of boogies, drying up and piling on top of each other. And it seems to happen in a matter of minutes. It feels like I just clean up this icky nose, when it happens again.

Clearly the boogers are ganging up on me.

Hence my obsession. And, of course, like all babies, V hates anyone fussing with his nose. And so I have to pin his head in one place while I use a wet wash-cloth (as this is the only way to knock down that beaver-dam) and scrub and scrub and scrub at his boogie nose.

There is crying and hitting (him hitting me, that is), some shrieking as well. It’s so unpleasant. But once it’s done, it’s done. And all is right in the world. V immediately forgets about it, and life is good.

It reached a point this afternoon that was rather ridiculous.

There I was, scrubbing away, V shrieking, me desperately trying to get that last boogie. Finally, I went right in with my fingers and pried that sticky huge thing away from his face.

“Aha!!!”, I exclaimed, “Gotcha!” and I held it triumphantly up in the air in our dining-room, like it was the Holy Grail or the Sword in the Stone or some other monstrously important artifact.

Yes, that’s right, I am indeed a booger archeologist.

Going where no man (but plenty of mummies, I imagine) has gone before.

M mumbled “Good job” from the living-room while he played wrestling on our PS3. Clearly he was not impressed by my ‘score’.

Anyways, then I realized that I had a booger on my finger (and one that wasn’t mine) and quickly went over to the sink and washed it off.

Again, ahhh motherhood…..

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5 Responses to “Bats in the cave”

  1. Tracy Says:

    I too pick my babies noses. Dan has always been disturbed by this and tells me to leave them alone, they’ll come out on their own. But really it’s nasty when a baby has major visable boogies. We’ve also had the ear infection here. We’re on round 2 of antibiotics don’t think it’s helping. He has his last dose and we still have him pulling his ear at night! So I simpathize with you. I imagine V sleeps though, since he usually does, Jax is crying like every 15 min 1/2 hour. I’m so sleepy…..

    • toodlepoop Says:

      Yikes, Trace….. about Jax and the no sleeping I mean. Yes, V is sleeping all night long even with this nasty cold. Maybe J needs to go and see an ENT? I wish you lived down here and I would just work you in to the schedule tomorrow! Poor booboo….

  2. Lindsay Says:

    I sure hope you’re practicing regular hand washing 🙂

  3. Mom Says:

    Hilarious…and too true!


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