Hot Shot Booger Snot

*Day 291*

Logan at about 2 1/2 "helping" with the dishes.

Today while I was doing the dishes, Logan was in the kitchen putting the silverware away.  He was chatting away (big surprise).  First he was telling me which forks you have to put on the bottom or top because they make the pile tip over.  (They don't match the rest of the silverware.)  Then he went through it again with the spoons.  Then he kept saying "hot shot booger snot".  And talking about it.  There's a story to it.  I told it to Logan one day. 

We have very nice neighbors who, for the past three years, have shared their garden space with us.  They also let us borrow their garden tools.  One day were in the garage getting some tools to use in the garden.  They have one of those tings on the wall that all the garden tools hang on.  And as we were getting the tools I told Logan this story.

When we were kids, my dad was working in the garage one day.  We went in and asked him what he was making.  He said "a hot shot booger snot".  As it turns out, a hot shot booger snot is one of those things that hangs on the wall that holds your shovels and stuff.  Because that's what was hanging in the garage when he was done working in there.  I don't know what what they are really called, if they have a name, but I guess in our family, it's called a hot shot booger snot.  (And I thought it was a totally cool that my dad made one.  I had never seen one, and to me it was the most ingenious idea ever.  Just another one of the amazing things my dad can make.)

I think I told Logan that story three years ago.  A few weeks ago when we were digging carrots, I asked him to go and find a shovel.  And he says, "in the hot shot booger snot?"  Of course, where else would you find one?!   Today he was talking about it.  He asked me if grandma and grandpa still had theirs.  I said I was pretty sure they did.  He told me I would have to show it to him when we visit next time. 

You just can't tell what will have an impact on your child's life. 

Happy Birthday Dad!

*Day 264*


This is my dad teaching Logan how to shoot a gun.

When I was a kid, I thought my dad was so cool. I remember regularly rattling off a list of things my dad had made to impress to friends and acquaintances. Now, I always think, "My dad could fix that." But, building and fixing things isn't the only cool thing about my dad. I love that as a dad he was so supportive of all his kids. When I was running track, he would come and watch me run. But, he would also sit in the stands and time my laps for me. He would come down after I ran and tell me where I slowed down. (It was always the third lap.) Even when I slowed down in the third lap, (and I always did) he was still proud of me. He is also a wonderful grandpa. I love to watch him with his grandkids. I love that he gets so excited to see Logan. (Except maybe after he's spent a whole week him, and Logan's been a pain, and we're all tired. But, that's understandable.) They love him so much. He teases Logan. Logan isn't always good at taking it, and sometimes he teases back too hard. But, he tells jokes that make us all giggle. Logan thinks he is so funny. In fact Logan and I want to dedicate some songs to my dad for his birthday.


Logan is teasing my dad back, by pinching him with the tongs.

Logan would like to dedicate the following song to Grandpa Breinholt:

Oh, say can you see
Any bedbugs on me?
They itch and they scratch
All over my back.

We would also like to dedicate this song. Grandpa sang it to Logan while we were on vacation. It was an instant hit. Logan asked him to sing it over and over again. The kids at daycare know this song now because Logan has sang it so much. (You need to read this with a country twang, because that is how I'm writing it. And it just sounds better that way.)

Rye whiskey, Rye whiskey
Wild women.
I'll drink when I'm thirsty,
And I'll live til I die.

Thanks to dad for teaching us these songs!

Thank you dad! We love you!