…boogers…

Boogers are your friend in the Brenske household (much like flatulence). I’ve never really had a problem with them. I mean, I don’t go around asking to peer up your nose but I don’t gag at the sight of them. (Vomit, spit up, retching and the like are another story)


Tevyn gets nosebleeds super easily and we are fairly regularly approached by a smiling, Joker-esque looking child saying “Mommy, I’ve got boogers!” Proceeded by, “Aw, Tevy! Don’t touch it! Stop licking it, that’s gross! Put your head up.” Followed by clean up and a few sprays of saline (our new best friend and preferred preventive measure).


Though, more often than not, our booger related conversations are as follows:


(mid-conversation, in close quarters-i.e. the car)
Me: Matt…
Matt: What?
Me: You’ve gotta blow your nose. That booger won’t stop talking to me.
Matt: (blows nose) There?
Me: (staring at nose) Nope.
Matt: Ugh. (blows nose again) Now?
Me: (still staring at booger holding on for dear life) Uh uh.
Matt: (gaping) Are you serious? (repeats nose blow AND smooshes tissue in circles over both nostrils) Is it gone?
Me: (wide-eyed and gawking at bionic booger) Gah-lee! It’s still there! Here, let me get it. (reaching for nose with tissue and a vengeance)
Matt: (batting at me) OH MY GOD! No, Tris, stop. I’ll get it myself. Geez. (finally adjusts rearview mirror and nabs the stubborn booger)
Me: Thank you. (silence) Dang…I forgot what I was talking about…


Tevyn is an easy booger clean up. Smoosh booger-catching utensil (tissue, towel, napkin, what have you) on his face and say, “Blow.” He blows his button nose and out comes the snot. Wham. Bam. Thank you, Tevyn (You didn’t think I was going to say “ma’am,” did you?). 


Tripp is another story, those little nostrils are just SOOOO small! I remember, when I was younger, joking about how God made a person’s fingers for their nostrils alone. This is true. Obviously, on babies, everything is small. But dang! those nostrils are particularly tiny and when I see those little boogers up there, I’m staring at my pinkies thinking, “My pinkies are supposed to be small…but next to his nose they look like hot dogs.” Yes. Yes. I did discover q-tips are very effective and they are my go-to method. However, I did debate seeing if I could keep his pointer finger extended long enough to jam it up there and nab that booger. (I’m a good mom, for reals)


Why am I talking about boogers, you ask? Well, let me show you!