There is a specific, magical kind of chaos that comes with having what I lovingly call “Teen Bubs.” You know the phase I’m talking about. They aren’t infants anymore, but they definitely aren’t independent big kids yet. They are the strange, wonderful, sticky-fingered hybrids of toddlerhood and the tween years.
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They can buckle their own car seat strap (victory!), but they still need you to wipe the peanut butter out of their hair. They demand to walk to the bus stop alone, but hold your hand the second they see a bug. There is a specific, magical kind of chaos
So, put your phone down. Watch the cringey TikTok dance they want to show you. Buy the extra pack of chicken nuggets. Ignore the attitude and see the anxiety underneath. Tiny Humans, Big Love: Navigating the Beautiful Chaos
These are the last years you will be their entire world. Enjoy the mess. Enjoy the bub. What phase are your kids in right now? Drop a comment if you are currently being roasted by a fourth grader who still wants you to cut the crust off their sandwich. I see you.