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It's Monday night. Usually family night. But really we fall apart on the bed because it's Monday and we already want to forget about it. But my mother-in-law cooks for us most Monday nights because she babysits all afternoon while I work so WHY NOT DO DINNER TOO? All this to say, I didn't have to cook or clean, but I'm still lazy. Lazy enough that we fight over who has to wipe Lexi's butt AND the toilet seat. Here is why I win the argument and do NOT have to:

1. I didn't put her on the toilet AFTER she had already pooped
2. I'm editing photos and technically WORKING still
3. I had all morning to wipe butts

And that's enough. I totally win, yet I'm the one wiping her butt because apparently that's not a father thing. I forgot to brush her teeth (I'm the only one who ever remembers) but he did put her to bed. He said he'll do bedtime as long as I wipe butts. What? That is totally not a good trade! Bedtime is the best! Alas, this is parenthood. #poopybutts

However, to note, one day I should record her nightly prayers. They're just the cutest thing. So far they have involved "Father" "thank you... 'for this day' 'grandma smiths house' 'church' 'don't hit mae-mae' 'temple' 'mommy' 'daddy' 'mae-mae' 'laura and danny' 'gammy' 'grandpa' 'outside' in the name of __Christ. Amen. We are working on pronouncing full sentences, but it's still really cute, half of which we understand, but the fact that she kneels with arms folded and talks to Heavenly Father is all we could ever ask for.

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