And I Thought I Needed a Girl.

Monday, August 3, 2009

When I first found out that I was pregnant with the little man, I'm not going to lie, I was a bit sad. At the time I thought that I really, really, really wanted a girl. That sadness lasted for about a day and after I  gave up on the idea that I would ever have a child who I can teach to do their hair, or makeup, or play dress up with I was pretty psyched to enter the world of little boys. Yes, I know the next one could be a girl, but I'm pretty much convinced that once you have one child of one sex, your chances of having another of that same sex are pretty high. Why do I feel this way? Well, just look at my 3 (yes, 3) younger sisters. They just kept trying for a boy, and ended up with a household of girls. 

Anyway I had pretty much given up on the idea of all things girly and I surprised myself by how much I actually love living in the world of my little boy. I never realized just how cool fire trucks, trains, matchbox cars and bulldozers could be. I had accepted that I would never show my little girl how to do girly things, things like applying lip gloss, putting on blush, watching her play in my makeup.  

It seems that I may have given up on this dream too soon. See my little man, well, he is all of a sudden obsessed with makeup (sorry dad.) I barely wear any so I'm not quite sure where the attraction comes from, but whenever he gets too quiet I know that I can usually find him in my bathroom rubbing anything and everything on his face. Here he was the other day refusing to leave the house before he applied his lipstick. 


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I'm not sure if it is the smell of the strawberry or that sticky gloss, but the little guy, he just can't get enough. To set my father's mind at ease I promise this is where I draw the line. No tutu's, no pink until he's old/cool enough to wear it, and no heels of any kind (that may be for my shoe's benefit more than anyone else's.)

They say boys will be boys, and in this case my boy likes to be glossed and moisturized. Hey, I don't blame him. 

ps. Yes, Dad this is just a phase. No I don't let him wear it in public. 


5 comments :

Erin said...

Too funny.

When I found out my brother was having a boy, I really didn't think I would be a good aunt to a nephew - a niece would be so much easier. Turns out I like playing choo-choos and hunting for bugs just as much as I like having tea parties for dollies ;-)

That Girl said...

Hee Hee.. bless him! When I was PG with SC, we were so convinced that she was a he that her/his nickname was Gilbert! (Don't worry - if she had turned out to be a he, we wouldn't have called him that. I think it stemmed from when she was the size of a grape. Loved Johnny Depp in that movie!) x x

Julie Q said...

'no pink til he's old/cool enough to wear it' HAHAHA this line cracked me up.

gaelikaa said...

No matter what you wanted you always love what you get. And don't worry, lots of boys go through that phase - and come out of it again!

Polly said...

Thats very cute! Ollie loves to have his hair blowdryed!!