Flashback

I figured that I would fill this space this week with an oldie but a goodie. I was reading through my old journal the other night and came across an amusing Mud Puddle story from back in the day.

When the Mud Puddle was an infant (and I was off my three glorious months of maternity leave) we all made the daily trek to Boston from our apartment in Methuen (about 30 miles and could take anywhere from 45 minutes to two hours depending on traffic, weather, etc.).

The Mud Puddle has always been a great rider (well, there was one time when Scott was in Hawaii and I was alone with him in the car, but that is a story for a different post) and continues to be to this day (10 hours to and from Greenville, he was whiny and annoying for five minutes) which is a blessing given all the car time we spend as a family.
So right, we used to drive into Boston, Scott would drop Josh and I off at daycare and I would walk a mile or so to work (through Boston Common, nice walk, good exercise, I kind of miss it).

Well one morning the Mud Puddle had quite the runny nose going on (it was probably late winter so he was six months old or so), but no other symptoms of illness. We all piled into the car and headed down 93 toward Boston. The Mud Puddle was his usual quiet self, babbling quietly or sleeping (or so I thought).

We get to daycare and I got to pull out his car seat and notice he is covered in boogers. And when I say covered, I mean head to toe. Boogers in his hair, down his coat, on his shoes. Seriously it was like a booger bomb exploded (and as an off-topic aside my mom is reading this somewhere shuddering – she HATES the B word).
Not only was he covered but they had dried. To this day I have no idea how one, medium sized six-month-old could produce that much snot in an hour and successfully smear it all over himself. A mystery for Ripley’s perhaps.

We cleaned him up the best we could with the wet naps in the car and then took him inside to change and remove the rest of the offensive goop. He was smiling and laughing the whole time, oblivious to the fact that he was a human snot ball.

Back in those days it was harder being a mom, not knowing what the heck I was doing and worrying all the time that I was messing up. This was one of the first times I could see the humor in the chaos. And for that I will always be grateful for the Booger Story.