In previous lives, former Babble Deputy Editor Mira Jacob was the parenting editor at Yahoo! Shine, a writer for VH1's Pop-Up Video, the author of Kenneth Cole's Footnotes and Dan Savage's research monkey. These days, she runs Pete's Reading Series in Brooklyn, gets way too competitive in Scrabble, and likes fiction to the point where she doesn't mind being lied to, as long as it's entertaining. She lives in Brooklyn with her husband (a filmmaker), and their toddler son (a tyrant).
CAN SOMEONE WAKE ME WHEN IT'S 2025? THANKS.
Like many of the parents you might see wandering through their days completely bewildered, I live with a toddler. It’s no small thing, surviving these little people. With a lack of control over bodily functions, language, emotional stability and survival instincts, toddlers walk through the world blissfully unaware of the havoc they wreak on us parents. I’ve consoled myself with what every other parent out there tells me, that this too shall pass, but then suddenly last night, listening to Z perform “Help!” for the 15 millionth time, it hit me: it’s not that I resent my son going through these stages. It’s just that I’m jealous. Here’s why I want to be a toddler again:
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You can do the same thing over and over and get congratulated for it EVERY TIME
Wait, you’re waiting for me to clap because you stood up? Really? That’s
the definition of insanity wonderful, sweetheart!