I do feel sorry for her

Ok, this blog isn't really supposed to be about other people, but I have to say my peace about the Brit. Yes, I do feel sorry for her. If I was her, I would take my entire life back to where I grew up and sequester myself until the big comeback. The way I see it, if I were to have my life photographed every time I went into public, I would probably be labeled a bad mother, too.

I would not, however, do some of the things she has done. Though, I bet almost every mom has tripped in public with their child. I know I have...a few times. Otherwise, we do other things in public that are just shocking to some people:

1) We take our kids to Starbies with us in the mornings in their PJs. Oh, that is just SO wrong.

2) We give Bea cherries at the farmer's market on Sunday, so that she is dripping stickiness and red from head to toe. You should see the look on some of the other parent's faces. Oh the horror!! Did I mention that this was at Santana Row? I guess that is to be expected.

3) We let Bea watch cartoons. Sometimes we just need a break, hons.

4) We let O go out in just her diaper when it is super hot out. Wouldn't you go around in your undies (of course, if you didn't care) on a hot day and not care what other people thought of you?

5) We let Bea climb on things. Yeah, it could be dangerous, but we are there to protect her and would rather not hear her scream at the top of her lungs sometimes.

I know there's more, and I guess they aren't that bad...at least, not to us.

I'm drinking a Fat Tire for the Brit as I write this...hang in there.