Argh! Just because a baby is not wearing pink does not mean she’s a BOY!
I don’t know why this bothers me so much, but I just plumb do not like it when my baby is called a “boy.”
Now, I do clothe my daughter in a lot more pink that I thought I would, before she was born. (I just got a charming pale pink chenille jacket that is tied with a translucent, shimmery pink ribbon that I can’t wait for her to wear. 😀 ) However, it seems that every time she’s NOT in pink, she gets called a boy.
It’s olive green, edged in brighter green, with a colorful, appliqued, stylized flower on the front. (It, along with the jeans she is wearing in the above photo, was a gift from my friend Lori, who has known me since we were both in the nursery at church, as babies ourselves. She so knows me!!!) Yesterday, Audrey was wearing this top with a flouncy denim SKIRT, and white socks that had olive and PINK flowers on them. Three times, she got called a boy as my husband was holding her.
Maybe it’s because she’s bald, combined with the fact that she wasn’t wearing pink… and I know I’m biased as a mom, but I do not think she looks the slightest bit boyish. I *HAVE* three boys. I know what boys look like. She is NOT a boy. Grrr.