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-I send my kid to bed without having helped her brush her teeth. I know I'll be paying astronomical dentist bills in a matter of years, and I will kick myself then. For now, it's just not worth the battle with an almost 2-year old. Her teeth are going to fall out anyway-she'll get new ones. I promise to help her take better care of those.
-I pray for rain often. This is so that I have an excuse not to take my kid outside. Once she's outside, she's exhausting. And the temper tantrum that ensues when it's time to go inside is just so not worth it. I pray for rain so that I do not have to go through the hell that is applying sunscreen to a wriggly, impatient little body.
-When Hubby asks if I took the kid outside, I will say yes even if we stayed inside and played all day. I will even put a very light coating of sunscreen on her so she smells like she's been out in the sun. If he knew that we stayed inside and played without that much outdoor time, he'd be unhappy.
-Despite her being almost 2, I still am so insanely grossed out by her boogers. I pretend I can't get at them, so that her father will do it. He's a pro at booger collection.
-I think my kid watches too much tv. I'm not doing anything to change that, really. I figure we have Reading Time, Drawing Time, Play-Doh Time, Playtime, and Trash the House Time...it won't hurt her to be still for a little while while Mommy takes a breather.