Ways to make conversations with a toddler more fun:
- Speak only in cartoon character voices
- Practice answering in foreign languages
- End every sentence with "as prophesied by the oracle"
- Accent time! British, Australian, alien, demon...whatever your heart says!
8am Me: Let's play a game to see how fast you can put on your shoes.
8pm Me: If you're out of bed when I get back I'm throwing your TV off a cliff and moving to Siberia.
Describing parenting to a non-parent:
They're so sweet! I can't believe how lucky I am.
Describing parenting to a fellow mom:
So how are the tiny chaos gremlins ruining your life doing? Because mine are reaching their quarterly mayhem milestones waaay ahead of schedule.
Kids declare their best friends by giving each other very important random rocks, twigs, and bits of string.
Adults do it by texting memes with no context.
If you get a screenshotted tweet from me after human bedtime hours, congratulations, I'd die without you.
Today I accidentally described parenting as "It's like being paid $1M a minute to be waterboarded. You'd never consider NOT doing it, but sometimes you're like ouch why TF am I doing this?".
Welp, guess that currently-childless friend is never going to have kids. #whoops
Me: Want some food?
1-Year-Old: *log rolls across bed away from me like it's an Olympic event*
Me: Okay, night night.
1-Year-Old: *sobbing hysterically* Foooooood!
Me: *smirks at camera like Jim from The Office*
The problem with Nest thermostats:
Me:
*opens phone to turn on AC*
*clears out email inbox*
*watches tictoc dogs in booties*
*checks to do list*
*writes next great American novel via text*
Me, 23 hours later, sweating profusely:
"Why is it so hot in here?"
An excellent vintage, madam. Short in stature, but full of unjustifiable rage and with subtle hints of satanic energy.
(Me, presenting my toddler with her morning orange juice.)
I may not be able to do a single pull up, but I can go from standing up to laying on my closet floor without waking the sleeping baby on my chest. #athletics