What do you do when she insists on wearing Crocs with her church dress instead of the adorable matching dress shoes you picked out for her? You clean them up with a baby wipe and make sure they’re not on the wrong feet.
She’s 2. Pick your battles.
What do you do when she insists on putting her booger on her knee for safe keeping while riding in the car instead of placing it in the tissue you handed her moments after asking her to please not pick her nose? Take a deep breath and be glad she didn’t flick it at you.
She’s 2. Pick your battles. {not your nose!}
What do you do when she wants to wear her cowboy boots with shorts when it’s 90* outside? You help her zip her boots.
She’s 2. Pick your battles.
What do you do when she insists upon having leftover mac ‘n cheese for breakfast? You reheat that stuff and feed it to her. You feel like a zombie and the little one still needs to be nursed.
She’s 2. Pick your battles.
What do you do when she insists on wearing five shirts, mismatched pants and Easter shoes to the grocery store. You make sure all important body parts are covered and get to the deli before they sell out of rotisserie chickens.
She’s 2. Pick your battles.
What do you do when she insists on sleeping with no less than 5 board books every night even though you know it means she’ll carry said books to your room the next morning and carelessly chuck them up in your bed while you’re still sleeping? You help her pick out the smallest ones and smile in the morning when you open your eyes just as “Are You My Mother?” smacks you in the face because it means she’s up and you’re about to get a good 30 minutes of snuggle time in before starting your day.
She’s 2. Pick your battles.
What do you do when she insists on sleeping with 10 plastic clothes hangers instead of 5 board books? You reluctantly give in because you want to go to bed too and you can’t handle yet another dramatic 2 year old hissy fit.
She’s 2. Pick your battles.
What do you do when your 2 year old daughter folds her little hands and bows her head to thank God for her Momma, Daddy Boy and Baby Sister? You melt into a puddle on the floor and fold your hands and do the same.
She’s 2. Count your blessings.
Now, please excuse me. I have to go remove 10 plastic clothes hangers from my bed that have been there since 7:30 this morning.
2 years ago