A while back, I wrote a post called “Maybe We Should Let Girls be Bakers and Ballerinas” about how Mazzy was gravitating towards Strawberry Shortcake and Abby Cadabby (through no prompting from me whatsoever) and I didn’t want to discourage what came naturally to her.
Then, almost the second after I hit publish, Mazzy became obsessed with trucks, pants and the Giants, and I kind of wanted my little girl back.
Well, now we’ve come full circle and Mazzy is into dresses (the bigger the skirt, the better the twirl), tiaras (thank god the cardboard one she made in class seems to satisfy her just fine) and Pinkalicious (never introduce this series to your kid if you’d like to avoid “the princess phase”).
But that doesn’t mean Mazzy’s given up on her love for toys with wheels, wearing Daddy’s baseball hats or running wild with the boys.
The interesting thing about “mommy blogging” is that I tend to make bold statements about my child in the interest of telling a more focused story. She’s a tomboy. She’s a girlie girl. She hates the bath. She loves tomatoes. etc.
Except kids are constantly changing and we can’t really label them at the ripe old age of TWO.
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