As the mother of three little girls I find myself very intrigued by all the blog posts and articles I run into all the time, bashing all things pink and “girly”. Intrigued yes, but what I don’t find myself doing is agreeing with them.
While I completely understand their logic of not wanting to pigeon hole our girls into historically women only roles I don’t necessarily agree that letting our girls play with princesses or Barbie dolls or pink Lego is going to cause them any long term harm. The idea of toys, and play in general, is to give our kids a way to use their imaginations and explore the world through play. If playing with a doll or building a world with pink Lego or having a tea party opens up their imagination and they are having fun I don’t see the problem.
As I read all these articles that tell me I am damaging my daughter by buying her pink and purple Lego I find myself asking one simple question “Why does the color of the toy matter?” What if the world was reversed and all Lego was some variation of pink or purple or yellow and had been marketed to girls for years until one day they decided to make a set full of blues and greens and market to little boys? Would people be all up in arms over that? Would articles and blog posts be written about the over exposure of little boys to the color blue and too many masculine toys? I doubt it. And don’t even get me started on the articles talking endless about the unrealistic image of princess and Barbie dolls that make no mention of the unrealistic image of super hero toys. This world is so full of double standards.
Should we not be raising our girls to embrace who they are and what they love? Should we not be encouraging them to embrace that being feminine is strong and beautiful? I feel like teaching them that the only proper way to play with Lego is to dress like a tomboy and want to build and play with the “boy” Lego sets is going about it all wrong. Are we not teaching them that they live in a male dominated world and the only way to succeed is to act like a boy? Would we ever say the same to our boys? Would we ever tell them they need to dress in pink and play with “girl” toys. No, never.
My girls play with their dolls, and have tea parties, and build magical creations with “girly” Lego, and I’m perfectly okay with it. I try to stir clear of saying anything is a “girl” toy or a “boy”, they are all just toys. I want them to grow up and not be ashamed to embrace what they love no matter what those loves are. I want my girls to grow up and know that they are strong women, even if they love the color pink and grew up playing with princesses.
Ok, I’ll get off my soapbox now
At least 12487 times a day I find myself answering the question “Why?” The adorable , yet sometimes incredibly annoying phase of asking why about anything and everything has found its way into our home. Anna asks why about EVERYRHING, seriously everything. It doesn’t matter if she already knows the answer, she just can’t help herself she has to ask “Why???”
Me: Anna, it is time to put on your shoes and coat.
Me: Because it is time to go pick up Maya from school.
Me: Because her school day is over and it is time for her to come home.
Me: Anna it is time for lunch.
Me: Because it is noon and you said you were hungry.
Anna: Where is Nora?
Me: She is having a nap.
Me: Because she was tired.
Me: Because it is nap time and she is tired.
You get the idea. Almost every conversation we have lately carries on just like the above ad nauseam until I finally just say “Because, now stop asking why!!!”
Maya did not have a “Why” phase. Mostly I think because she already thought she knew everything I’ve heard about this phase of endless whys, but this is my first time dealing with it. When Anna started on her “why” kick a few weeks ago I thought it was pretty cute. After answering the question “Why?” 1,378,983 times in the last few weeks it no longer holds those same cute qualities. Now it just has me staring into the abyss of my permanent insanity. At night I have nightmares of being chases around by this scary little two year old monster asking my why over and over again as I ran away shouting “Because, because, because!”
In all seriousness it is still kinda cute, sometimes Why you ask, because she is still so stinkin’ cute even when annoying the crap out of me!
As Nora rapidly approaches her 6 month birthday we find ourselves in the midst of many firsts, first tastes of food included. The last few weeks I have really noticed her starting to take a big interest in watching me eat. And, if I happen to be holding her while I’m eating she often tries to grab my food or drink and is always very intently watching what I am putting in my mouth. I figured since she seemed to be showing so much interest in what we are eating I would pick up some baby cereal and give it a go.
Today was the big day. While I was at the grocery store I picked up some baby cereal and this afternoon after we picked up Maya from school I gave her her first bites of food. She was…intrigued. I seriously love the faces they make when trying new foods, especially those first few times. When you are used to strictly breast milk I can only imagine what it must be like to taste something so foreign and different.
We’ll call this first shot at eating solids a success. She didn’t love it, but she definitely didn’t hate it either. I’m guessing once she gets to the tasty foods like peas, sweet potatoes, apples and peaches she’ll be a much bigger fan!! It will be interesting to see if she so willingly opens her mouth for the spoon tomorrow
It is no secret that for a while Nora was the rockstar of sleep. She was sleeping 12 hours at night by 2 months old. She was such a good sleeper, and so consistent, that I got lulled into thinking it was a permanent thing. I let myself forget about the very common babyhood demon called sleep regression.
I am no longer in that peaceful, well rested dream world with a baby who happily sleeps away for 12 hour stretches at night. I now find myself smack dab in the middle of an exhausting sleep regression phase. Have I mentioned that I hate sleep regressions!
Starting about 3 weeks ago, right when she started rolling over and discovered that she loved to sleep on her tummy, and right around the time she came down with her first cold and ear infection, she suddenly began waking up at night. At first I thought it was maybe just random and she would go back to sleeping well once she was over her cold. But, nope, cold is gone and she is still waking at night. Some nights she’ll wake up several times and other nights just once. Some times she’ll wake and I’ll hear her talking to herself and fussing a little over the monitor for a few minutes before she drifts back to sleep. Other times her talking and fussing will turn into full blown “you better get in here right NOW!” cries. Most nights I have to go in at least once and either rock her or nurse her before she’ll go back to sleep.
Sleep regressions suck. I am exhausted. I know this is just a phase and before I know it she’ll be back to sleeping through the night (please!), but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with the sleep deprivation. My brain is mush and I often feel like I’m swimming through mud. As a result my house is less than clean and my fuse with the other girls and Lorne is short (which makes me feel super guilt). Both the other girls had sleep regressions around this age too, which lasted about a month or so. Hopefully Nora’s is much the same and we are on the tail end of it. This mama could use a full night’s rest for a change.
At least one of us gets to nap during the day to make up for the lost sleep at night
Little Miss Nora is 5 months old!! Can you believe it? I sure can’t.
Weight: 14lbs 3oz
Height: ~ 25in
I never would have guessed when Nora was born, my biggest baby yet, that she would end up being tiny like her big sister Anna. Her stats are right in line with Anna’s at this age. She is still sporting mostly 0-3 month clothing, with the exception of pants (as she seems to have her mama’s long legs). A few of her smaller 3-6 month stuff has just started to fit but most 3-6 months stuff is still giant sized on her. It will be interesting to see if she stays on this tiny track like and is itty bitty like Anna or if she has a huge growth spurt at some point.
This month has a been a big month for Nora, lots of firsts happened since she turned 4 months old. She is rolling like a champ. She loves, loves, loves being on her tummy so it is rare to find her laying on her back these days as she can so easily roll onto her tummy when ever she wants. I’ve never had a tummy sleeper before, Nora is my first. She never sleeps on her back anymore. Even when I put her to bed asleep she’ll immediately roll onto her tummy, she is just more comfortable that way. Her core strength is steadily increasing and she is starting to be able to sit unassisted for short periods of time. I can’t believe how quickly she is hitting all these milestones. Time needs to slow down.
Not all her firsts this month were good. She also had (still fighting actually) her first cold and ear infection along with her first round of antibiotics. She was so miserable and I felt so helpless. Luckily with a few days of antibiotics under our belts she is feeling much better. Thanks goodness.
Now that she is feeling better she is back to enjoying her play time. She loves to hang out on the floor and play with her toys or her sisters. She has started to notice the cat and her reaching, grabbing little hands of taken a few clumps of his fur lately. He isn’t as keen to curl up on the floor with her anymore
She is seriously the sweetest, most adorable little baby. We love her to pieces. I wish I could slow down time.
Can’t wait to see what this next month brings our way!