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  • The Day I Tried to Live Like My Toddler (Spoiler: It Was Chaos)

    The Day I Tried to Live Like My Toddler (Spoiler: It Was Chaos)




    The Day I Tried to Live Like My Toddler (Spoiler: It Was Chaos)


    The Great Toddler Experiment: A Day in the Life

    My three-year-old daughter, Lily, is a force of nature. She attacks each day with boundless energy, an insatiable curiosity, and, let’s be honest, the attention span of a goldfish. One particularly chaotic morning, as I was cleaning up spilled milk (again) while simultaneously trying to convince Lily that pants were a non-negotiable part of our morning routine, a thought struck me: what if I lived a day in her shoes?

    Now, I pride myself on being a relatively patient and understanding parent, but I had a sneaking suspicion that I only saw the tip of the toddler iceberg. So, fueled by equal parts curiosity and a morbid sense of humor, I decided to embark on an experiment: for 24 hours, I would live by Lily’s rules. No logic, no reasoning, just pure, unadulterated toddlerhood.

    Breakfast of Champions (Or, How to Fail at Eating Cereal Like a Toddler)

    My transformation began with breakfast. Gone were my usual yogurt and granola; instead, I was presented with a plate of dry cereal scattered across the table. Lily, of course, had her own bowl, but she was far more interested in meticulously picking out and consuming only the orange cereal bits. I attempted to follow suit, but apparently, I wasn’t being nearly messy enough. Cue the first meltdown (mine, not hers).

    Humorous photo of an adult lying on the floor, seemingly unconscious, while a toddler uses their back as a slide.
  • Why I Let My Toddler Dress Me for a Week

    Why I Let My Toddler Dress Me for a Week



    The Day My Fashion Sense Went on Vacation

    It all started with a stray thought. You know, the kind that pops into your head while you’re desperately trying to convince a tiny human that pants are, in fact, necessary. My three-year-old daughter, Lily, stood defiant, clutching a sparkly tutu and a feather boa. “But Mommy,” she wailed, “THIS is pretty!” And that’s when the thought hit: Why not? Why not let Lily, my little fashionista-in-training, take the reins of my wardrobe for a week?

    Now, before you picture a parade of princess dresses and rain boots, let me clarify: I set some ground rules. Work was off-limits (my boss already questions my sanity). And while I applaud Lily‘s commitment to self-expression, I drew the line at swimwear for grocery shopping. But within those parameters, my wardrobe was her oyster. What could possibly go wrong?

    Day 1: My Toddler, the Superhero Stylist

    Monday morning arrived with the subtle grace of a glitter bomb. I stumbled into the living room, bleary-eyed and craving coffee, to find Lily beaming beside a pile of clothes that could only be described as “eclectic.”