BOOGER

A few weeks ago, I was messing around on the computer, probably blogging or something. I had given my boys some broth without any bread, and spanked them all soundly and sent them to bed. The next thing I know Marcus is standing in the office doorway.

"Why are you still up!!!!!!" I asked gently.

"I can't find my Booger!"

"What are you talking about?" Usually he has no problem finding his boogers.

"Nathan hid my booger! I can't find it!" Marcus cried.

Then I remembered, "Oh, that booger." and we looked for his blue and yellow blankie that Nathan had just started calling Booger.

And you thought this post was going to be about dried nasal secretions.

I've wanted to scrapbook about my sons' blankies for a long time, but I always forget to take pictures of them. Blogging has inspired me and I finally got around to it.

This is Marcus with "Booger". My Aunt Deann made it for him when he was born. She made all my boys quilts, but Marcus is the only one who chose his quilt as "The One". It use to look a lot nicer, but it's still holding up. He loves his "Booger" and his brothers love hiding it from him. That makes Mom and Dad freak out every other night because he won't go to sleep without his blanket.






Travis' blankie use to be a pure-white-soft-as-can-be, fleece blanket. I received it as a shower gift from a friend at church. Travis was a preemie and I use to wrap him in this blanket all the time. He soon chose it as "The One". He calls his blanket "White", but I call it "Grey", "Holey", "Stinky" and "Limpy". It has seen better days and I can't stand the way it smells. It is very versatile though, and Travis can wear it as a scarf, or a poncho. He still takes it to school in is backpack. Travis is truly a Linus.




This is what is left of Nathan's "B". My mom gave Nathan his blanket. It was one of those woven blankets with the satin edging. Nathan loved "B" and used it until it was just a shredded mass of fibers. A couple of years ago, he told me he didn't need "B" anymore. I didn't have the heart to throw it away, so "B" now lives in my cedar chest. I was really sad when he decided he didn't need his blanket anymore.