Libs,

So, has Dash seen Frozen?  Cause if not, he's like the only kid out of the womb who hasn't.  Not that I'm encouraging you take your 2.5 year old to a movie.  Cause TV is bad for kids. 

We have this rule in our house: No TV during the week. It sounds harsh, doesn’t it?  Old-school, almost.  But, I love this rule.  In my mind, it’s genius.  Why? Because, it falsely assures me that I am the only one breaking it, that Tygh obeys it without question, and that, therefore, June is not getting too much TV.

I know, I know.  It's not very Seattle-ish of me, or enlightened.  I SHOULD be reading her endless books, challenging her little mind with playful puzzles, playing dress-up to encourage her imagination (and fashion sense).  We should be one of those families who hides the TV behind moveable artwork, or better yet, doesn’t have a TV at all.  But at the end of a stressful workday, it’s all I can do to make her brush her teeth.  So, more often then I’d like to admit, TV wins.

Enter yesterday: long day, longer commute, pornstar boobs (missed a pump session) and a screaming, witching hour baby.  And while I was wrestling with making us sandwiches for “dinner,” June casually asks if she can watch Frozen. For the 100th time. 

I didn’t even put up a fight.