04/16/2026
No one really prepares you for this stage…
Not the newborn phase, not the “terrible twos”… but this in-between.
Where they walk around like tiny drunk uncles, argue with you in a language that doesn’t exist yet, and somehow always want exactly what you have.
Your drink. Your phone. Your sanity.
The living room? Rearranged.
Snacks? On the floor.
Everything else? In their mouth.
And the second you stop them from doing something dangerous… full meltdown.
It’s chaos. It’s exhausting.
And somehow… it’s also my favorite 🥹