Guess what I did this weekend? First of all, we got a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader to babysit Cason… You’re welcome, Cason. Then Kinsey went off to a birthday party, and I attended my buddy’s art gallery. I know, I probably don’t strike you as an art aficionado, and you are correct. But if it’s a friend, I am down to support their hobby. So I went around, looked at his paintings, interpreted what I thought he was feeling, got it wrong every time, and headed home at 11:30. Remember the good days when one could stay out until 2 am? It’s Ok. I am not mad at it, and my liver has been super excited about that lately.
And now its time for my lil rant: I know every parent has to deal with it, but I seriously can’t put up with the backseat parents. Those people who judge every single, little thing, you do. To make matters worse, Facebook does not help this situation. I put pictures of Cason up every once in a while and, for the most part, people will just say he’s cute, or that he’s getting big. But there is always that Debbie Downer, Judging Judy, Negative Nancy person who ruins things for me. It doesn’t matter what it is. If I put a picture of him standing and trying to walk with my help, someone will say that he is going to end up bowlegged. If I put up a picture of him in his bouncy play thing, someone will say that he will end up antisocial. If I put up a picture of him watching sesame street, someone will say that he should not be watching TV. Here is my view on judging people and their parenting… unless you raised Jesus, zip it. If you raised the most perfect human being in the world, I may give you a little listen. I wonder if those people go on their Facebook and get excited about giving their two cents on everyone’s profile. Guess what? I don’t want two cents. Those just clutter my pocket up and make my pants fall down… and we don’t want that, do we?