word for it somewhat reminiscent of the actual word.
Just yesterday he came running up to me yelling, "Buuhbuuh!
Buuhbuuh!". Since it's such a new word in his vernacular I had to ask
him to show me what he was so excited about.
He grasped my finger and led me to our over-stuffed chair and there on
a dark orange button was a bright yellow booger the size of a pea.
He was squealing with excitement that I had discovered his treasure
and yelling triumphantly "Buuhbuuh!" over and over.
I couldn't help but laugh as I cleaned it up, quietly grossing out at
its close resemblence to a grown up's nose candy (gag).
And tonight we're at my mom's because Anthony is somewhere over the
Atlantic right now and my throat is sore and I need a litlte relief.
Hollis is clean and polished to a glossy baby sheen with Grandma's
favorite lavender scented baby lotion while he continues to delight in
the wonders of his nose. Oh! What a nose!!
He then insists that I swiftly dispose of whatever he finds. At least
he's not eating them, right?
It just gets grosser from here on out, doesn't it?