Since Mamie was born I have avoided the whole pink thing with her. Don't get me wrong. I love pink, but it felt kinda wrong to impose that one color on her. Pink = girl, I guess. But so are other colors. Mamie's clothes are earth tones, blues, greens, reds and yellows. Yes, there are also pinks, but her entire wardrobe didn't revolve around the color.
When I was pregnant I looked at baby clothes a lot, and what i didn't get was the little girls clothes were all prissy and over the top frilly and full of bows while the boys clothes were like little man clothes. Why were little girls clothes so frou-frou? I mean, I love girlie clothes but these seemed way off, itchy and uncomfortable. And the funny thing was that even when I dressed Mamie in her pink snowsuit and took her out, I still got comments like "how old is he?"
So I take Mamie out yesterday in her tan overalls with orange piping and brown top underneath. She is wearing these great little brown boots and I have her curly hair up in a high ponytail, tendrils falling out. She looked really cute. But then someone asked how old my son was. "Didn't you see the ponytail," I said. "Oh," they said, "you know, you have her dressed a boy."
When we got home, I changed Mamie for her nap. "What do you want to wear?," I asked her.
"Pink," she said. "Pink shirt."
As a matter of fact, she wants everything pink now. Pink fork, pink spoon, pink towel, pink washcloth, pink pinkness. And you know? I am giving it to her. I knew this stage of dressing her the way I want to wouldn't last long. And I also know that it's only a matter of time before she wants the full on Barbie sparkle, way too many baubles on them, kinda clothes. It will pain me, but yes, she will get those too. And I'll take lots of pictures of her in them. This way when she enters her goth phase in about 12 years, we can all have a good laugh.
