We spent the weekend at our cottage in Wisconsin and it was nothing short of awesome.  Having two little ones that want to run all over is challenging but thankfully, the community where the cottage sits is full of amazingly nice people that are always to lend a hand.  Example-- your kid is running towards the street-- someone will jump out and prevent them from getting hurt.  LOVE THAT.  It literally takes a village to raise a child.

A few things I'd like to vent out into the world:  

Coachella.  No one cares.  Also, I hate jean shorts.  What do I hate more?  Jean shorts on a guy.  Gross.  Literally, this music festival is a means for people to dress oddly and wear lots of crowns made out of flowers, bandanas and Chuck Taylor shoes.

Whatever happened to flip flops, a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt?

My other issue is unsolicited advice on parenting.  This is a fine line.  If I ask for an opinion, that is DIFFERENT.  I'm not usually offended but yesterday a co-worker made a comment about how my almost-two-year-old said the "f" word at daycare.  (For the record, I shared a story about how Casey dropped the f-bomb at school a few weeks back.  Casey has said this word twice; once at home and once at school and has no clue what the word means)  

"At least my kid doesn't say fuck" was the comment.

I KNOW that I'm not The World's Best Parent.  I also do not swear around my children because I know they are like sponges with EVERYTHING-- they pick up words and phrases in an instant.  My daughter using a foul word is not cute either.  Its gross when kids swear, as well as adults. So, when this co-worker made that comment, I felt like he was intentionally trying to make me look bad; as though I don't care about how my kids behave.

The moral to the story is to choose your words wisely-- whether you are around little kids or co workers, be cognizant of how words can affect others.