A little while after removing the booger from my hair (see previous post), we finished our comfort food at the restaurant. The boys slurped their drinks and wiped their faces. My husband and I picked at the crumbs on our plates. This stop on our long road trip had given us a bit more energy to complete the journey. After paying our bill, we reluctantly got up from the table and inched toward the door. The boys held their boxed leftovers and complained. "Aww. I don't want to get into the car again. I'm tired." Son #1 whined. "No more car!" Son #2 chimed.
"Sorry guys." I said with a yawn. "We have to get in the car. We are not at Grandma and Grandpa's house yet."
"If we don't get in the car, we'll have to live here." My husband teased.
The boys' faces were stricken with fear as they raced to the car door. "No! No! We want to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house!" They yelled.
"Then, get in the car!" My husband laughed and we hurried the boys into their seats.
"Mom? Can you help me?" Son #1 asked.
"Sure." I responded. "What do you need?"
"I need help getting my seat belt buckled. My hands are full." Son #1 explained.
"Sure. Sure." I said as I buckled the seat belt. "How's that?"
"That's good." Son #1 said with a smile. "Thanks mom. You're a good mom."
I leaned over and kissed his forehead. We hugged. There is nothing like a sweet compliment from your child to brighten your day.
Monday, September 28, 2015
Sunday, September 6, 2015
After gassing up in Mountain Home, we continued on our journey to Boise. Everyone in the car was ravenous so my husband scanned the side of the freeway for a restaurant that served comfort food. Ten minutes passed before we finally saw something that peaked our interest. My husband quickly exited and pulled into the parking lot. Then, we happily went inside.
The boys squirmed in their seats as we reviewed the menu. "What do you guys want to eat?" I asked.
"Hmm. I don't know. Let me see." My oldest son replied. Son #1 studied each page of the menu thoughtfully.
I turned to my youngest son and questioned. "Do you want pancakes or sandwich?" Son #2 giggled and wiggled. He was not paying attention to anything I had to say. I opened the menu and showed him the pictures of the food. "Show me what you want." I said with a smile.
"Hmm. Let me see." Son #2 replied. My youngest son checked out each picture with delight. Finally, he settled on the pancakes.
"Have you decided what you're going to order?" My husband asked Son #1.
"Yeah. I think I'm going to have fries and mozzarella sticks." Son #1 responded.
The waitress approached our table and wrote down our choices. Within a few minutes, she was back with our drinks. My husband and I casually sipped at our sodas as we talked about nothing in particular. The boys bounced on their seats and stared out the window. Periodically, they would chime into our conversation.
Suddenly, Son #2 had to sneeze. He leaned back as he rubbed his nose. Then, his body pitched forward. "Achoo!" He yelled with his eyes squeezed shut.
"Are you o.k?" I asked.
"No, Mommy. I have a booger." Son #2 murmured. I reached for a napkin to wipe my young son's nose. I also reached for my pony tail holder so that I could pull my hair away from my face. As I popped my hair into a loose top knot, I felt something slimy. I grimaced with horror and thought. "Please don't let it be a booger."
Before I could take care of the slime in my hair, I carefully cleaned Son #2's face. Once Son #2 was presentable again, I reached for another napkin. Slowly, I removed a rather large booger from the top of my head. Then, I pulled my hair into a fresh top knot. To my disgust, I felt another glob. "Honey, is there another booger in my hair?"
My husband checked my hair with a look of glee. "Yeah. Just move your hand a little to the right and you'll get it." He laughed.
Son #1 leaned over the table to peer at my hair. "Almost got it, Mom. Almost. Almost. You got it!" He shouted triumphantly.
Just as I was about to pull my hair up for the third time, Son #2 urgently announced. "I got to sneeze again."