Booger time!

It's Sunday morning, Glynn and I are hobbling around like old people. We've developed aches and pains and wake up all creaky. Ugh. When did we get so OLD?

Anyway, Brady keeps telling me,

"I got booger, Mommy! It's in my nose!" So I hold the Kleenex, he blows, and then two minutes later comes back over, "I got booger again, Mommy!"

That kid is so booger-sensitive. Who knew.

Anyway, ahhh, the joys of parenthood. It's a booger-picking Sunday here at the Spencer household. At least it's better than the times he holds out his finger to me and says, "I got a booger, Mommy!" and I have to wipe it off.

Now, in case I haven't TOTALLY grossed you out, onto the next subject.

We've taken the kids to the marina everyday for the last few days, keep looking for our boat that was supposed to be put in a WEEK ago, and it's not in the water yet. Today we're gonna have to finally talk to somebody. Yesterday, Glynn told me to go in and ask them. Of course I told him to do it himself and he responded with, "But you're so cute! They'll listen to you!" I have to admit the man has a point. :) Anyway, they were closed so there was no hair-twirling on my part to get our damn boat in the water. It's tough to be so charming all the time.

But somebody's got to do it.


Today we're going to the marina to release Chompers, the SECOND baby snapping turtle we've found in our backyard. He's been living in a bucket in our kitchen for a few weeks. He eats green beans and hot dogs. Seriously. Like we need another pet.

Glynn has just finished his glorious pancakes and the troops are restless, so I'd better get going.


Before I have to pick pancakes out of Brady's nose.