I said I’d never ever buy these guys matching outfits. But there is a funny thing that happens before and after you become a parent. We all tend to be super judgmental of other parents before we have kids. And then one day you end up breaking your own rule.
“Ugh. My kid will NEVER act like that in public.”
“My kid WILL be potty trained by their first birthday.”
“Formula is the devil and milk will only becoming from the boob.” (I’m even guilty of that one on my first go-round…)
“My kid will not watch one single minute of TV before they are 2 unless it’s Baby Einstein or Your Baby Can Read.”
I have literally read these exact words (and many just like them) countless times online. Although they don’t also include the words “and if you do the opposite, you’re a horrible parent”, it’s definitely inferred. I have more than gotten to a place to where I don’t judge parents on ANYTHING they do. What’s right for your family may not be for mine and mine not for yours. To make a mother feel guilty about her choices is not nice, needed or constructive. This isn’t coming from anything specific; it’s just a common theme that I hear over and over and would really love the social warfare to end. Ladies, let’s not be so harsh to our fellow moms. We are all trying to do the best we can to raise upstanding little people that we will be proud to say are ours. When a mom tells you she has made a decision to do X, the only words out of your mouth should be “Good for you”. And mean it. That doesn’t mean you won’t internally have an opinion, but we never ever know someone else’s entire decision making process. We all come from different points of view and can all use a little support boost once in a while (speaking of boobs…).
That rant again stems from two simple little pairs of pajamas. For the most part I am not a fan of matchy-matchy. Cheeseball with cheese crackers. But then the other day two little pairs of monkey pjs practically jumped into my cart while shopping. I almost judged myself and then stopped. I was going to put Carson and Max into matching monkey pjs. And I felt darn good about it. It was a perfect cap to our snow day yesterday.
About this time I started to realize that Max was doing more in those jammies than I’d hoped…..
He has started to try to grab everything! Toys are finally being noticed and everything is being chewed. The camera looked mighty tasty.
Yep, I was right. He lovingly dirtied the monkeys so the matchy dream ended much sooner than I had planned. After a wardrobe change he took a long nap in the swing. This was one of Carson’s outfits that he word for some of our favorite photos of him. I’m totally going to recreate them for comparison! He’s so sweet when he sleeps.
“My baby will ONLY sleep in their crib so they don’t get spoiled.” Bite me. :)
Luckily he’s mostly able to sleep through the antics of the terrorist.
Feel free to leave your judgements in the comments. I will then judge you for judging me when I asked you to stop judging.