I pick at my son's cradle cap. Once I start, I'm hooked and I can't stop (until he gets squirmy).
I keep my daughter's mouth busy with snacks in the car so she won't scream bloody murder and scare brother and give mommy a headache and make mommy mad.
In desperation I have let my daughter play with the following items: my cell phone, my land phone, my laptop, my wallet, my checkbook, my car keys (think panic button pressed over and over), a roll of toilet paper, a box of kleenex, paperback books...it goes on and on.
My daughter eats a lot of peanut butter.
I'm good at fake sleeping. (That's all I'll say; you'll have to deduce the rest.)
I don't cloth diaper. (I'd like to, but I've just never gotten started with it and quite frankly I LIKE wrapping the poop up in the diaper and throwing the whole business out.)
When I'm working I'm thinking about how I should be playing with my kids and when I'm playing with my kids I'm thinking about work.
To Be Continued...