There's one in every family.

A booger eater.

And ours is Ty

Disclaimer: This post is gross.


He'll look me square in the eye, stick half his finger up his nose, dig for his treasure and, with no shame, stick it right in his mouth.

I had high hopes that we escaped this disgusting habit. Boogers never appealed to Colby or Kara.  I figured just really gross kids did that. Colby and Kara were booger pickers, that's for sure. And I found boogers just about everywhere you can think of. Kara's booger destination of choice was her bedroom wall and Colby's was the carpet. But everytime I found a dried up booger, I tried to remember that I'd rather it be there, than in the mouth of my child.

I don't find boogers on the wall or carpet anymore. They are in Ty's tummy instead.

Perhaps I should blame myself. No- I don't eat my boogers. Really, that's gross. Nor did I as a child. Atleast I'm pretty sure I didn't. However, I have a mild obsession with my kids' boogers (to pick, not eat. That's even grosser). If I see one, I can't let it alone. I really can't. I'll lose sleep over it. At any cost, it shall be gone. Even if my fingernails are freshly cut and my poor baby's nostils are tiny- it must be done. It's mean and probably borderline child abuse.

And now Ty prefers his own finger over mine and unfortunately, boogers over many edible delicacies.

Here's to hoping the habit disappears by the time he's...I don't know, 16? No. Let's go with 13.

Halloween 2011 and visit from Grandparents

Grandma and Grandpa Jackson were really ambitious and made the drive from Utah to Houston with lots of stops along the way. We had a lot of fun with them.

We hit the Johnson Space Center which was very very cool.

For Halloween this year, Colby was Harry Potter, and Kara was a witch. Ty left us no choice but to dress him as grumpy the dwarf in which he fantastically portrayed all night long. In fact, he hasn't broken character since.

With our neighbors, the fellow Hogwarts clan

There are just some years when I have to dress the kids in costumes of characters they have been magnificently mirroring for a while. Remember this year?

Unfortunately, all the pictures I snapped were done with my camera with no SD card in it. It's not the first time I've done that and I'm sure it won't be the last. So these pictures are a few that Cam's parents took. The real bummer is that Cameron dressed up as Justin Beiber. Complete with jeggings so tight he could barely walk and there is no picture to be found. There's gotta be one lurking out there somewhere...

Fall Soccer 2011

Saturday was Kara's last soccer game of the season. This will definitely be an unforgetable season that may or may not have contained some mild drama involving some parents and the coach.

Kara discovered her inner athlete and she turned into a pretty decent little player. She's competative, she's determined and she's quick. Not bad for a five-year-old.

Here's a really long video of part of Kara's last game and a goal she scored.

And some actions shots

Gecko Inn and Suites

Looking at this scene put me in a good mood this morning. I've been giggling about it ever since.

This is our current "pet" gecko, Burp. We've had many since they love to frequent our yard, garage and house. Burp, Rango and Beans are just a few that have graced our presence. It's original home made out of leaves, tree branches and grass just wasn't...fresh and hip enough. Clearly it needed a soft, warm barbie bed and a lamp for when it gets scared of the dark. After seeing it sprawled out on the bed like this in the morning, I thought maybe it had died of comfort or at the very least, was on it's death bed. But when the kids got home from school and checked on it, it was as alive and energized as ever, most likely because of it's good night of rest. We hope to have a few more occupants tonight and if they too survive the night, we might just have ourselves and little gecko bed and breakfast. Minus the breakfast.