twotothree

In the past few weeks we have survived another baby illness, repainted the living room, bought a new couch, made a trip to the pumpkin patch, and reorganized our lives around our new "housemate."

I can't decide what the best part of motherhood is.  It's either seeing Gloria's goofy grin as she discovers something new, or getting judge-y advice from non-parents.

I mean, I appreciate advice.  I do.  But trying to berate or tell a parent how they should be doing something when you've never experienced parenthood is like me going into an open-heart surgery and telling the surgeon what to cut based on what I've read on the internet.

Say to a mom, "I've heard X, have you tried that?" and we'll be grateful that you care enough to try to offer advice.  Say "You really shouldn't do X, you're going to cause your baby to be spoiled/psychologically weak/mimic Ted Bundy," and we're going to smile, say something noncommittal, and then mock you to our mom friends.

Just another one of those absurd things about parenthood.  The funniest part is, the pre-mom Amber would get angry and dwell over such audacity.  The post-mom Amber furrows her brow, wondering what people are thinking when they behave so rudely.  Then when you have a kid, she'll smile politely and say, "You're doing X?  You know who also did X with their baby?  Hitler's mom.  You'll regret that decision when your baby grows up to lead a genocide."