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!
I know a lot of people aren’t big fans of this “holiday”, my husband included. But, I happen to love it. We can forget in the chaos of everyday life to take a few minutes to tell the ones we love simply that we love them, or do a little something extra to show we care. Valentine’s Day is a nice reminder to take those few extra minutes to make our loved ones smile.
I am so lucky to get to spend my life surrounded by these 4 crazy, loveable, wonderful people. Today I will take a few extra minutes out of my day to make each one of them knows just how much they mean to me. Love you guys!
As soon as I began showing with Nora the general public took that as a sign they could come up to me and say any and everything they wanted. Apparently when you are pregnant with your third child, especially when your other two children are the same sex, you will be subjected to some borderline rude comments. Here are a few of my favorite (spoken sarcastically!) questions/comments I get to hear almost daily…
Are you finally getting a boy? Obviously, now that I am no longer pregnant I don’t hear this one anymore but it was bestowed on me frequently while I was pregnant. I mean, are you serious with this question! Is it not possible to be satisfied, or (gasp) even be happy with all girls?
Your poor husband, he didn’t get his boy Yes, I’m sure Lorne would have been happy to have a boy, but is he disappointed that he got three beautiful girls instead, NO!
Wow, all girls! (Spoken in a sad voice with the pity head tilt) Again, what is wrong with girls? I’m actually incredibly happy to have ended up with all girls for your information.
Will you guys try for a boy? Apparently it is the 1700s and we must have a boy to carry on the family name and work on the farm in order to be happy. Seriously! No, we will not be trying for a boy.
Wow, you really have your hands full!! Yes, I do sometimes literally have my hands full, like when I walked into Target this morning with Nora in the Ergo, Anna on my hip and my other hand full of reusable bags and my purse! However, most of the time I have it all perfectly under control. I don’t really need a strangers opinion on my work load.
Are they all yours?! Ummm, no, I just thought I’d bring a couple of extra kids to the store with me to make my trip extra fun! :/ Seriously, it isn’t like I have ten kids or something! Since when did three kids become some unmanageable amount?
What I take away from these ridiculous comments and questions is that many people still live in the dark ages when the only acceptable offspring were males. And, having three kids makes me some sort of crazy kid lady who can’t possibly manage all the work. It takes a lot of will power not to respond with the snarky, sarcastic comments floating around in my head. Instead, I politely smile and walk away as fast as I can because I have my hands full raising my 3 girls and mourning the fact I don’t have a son I don’t have time to deal with the insanity and reeducate people
2 and a half. Our sweet little Anna is 2.5 years old today.
Height: 33 inches (5th percentile)
Weight: 26 lbs (10th percentile)
What can I say about my petite little sweetheart. She is spunky and inquisitive and has a huge heart all rolled up into a tiny little package. Anna came into this world as a tiny little peanut and has stayed a tiny little peanut ever since. Two most common statements from strangers we encounter while out and about are “My goodness she is beautiful.” and “She is soooo tiny!”. I’m sure one day she’ll be envious of her sisters and their height, but she shouldn’t be. Tiny is the perfect size for her I couldn’t imagine her any other way.
Anna is every bit a 2 year old these days. She has very strong opinions about things and she isn’t afraid to voice them. She may be tiny but her voice is big when she wants it to be. Being a little sister has taught her to stand up for herself and that the world works best when you share. She is sweet that way, and likes to share (most of the time). If someone is sad or upset it concerns her and she has to do something to make them feel better. Her kind-hearted nature has allowed her to grow into her new found roll as big sister very well. She adores Nora and spends much of her day playing with her, talking to her and asking to hold her. They are kindred spirits, you can just see it in their interactions already.
This is such a fun age. It can be incredibly frustrating at times. Parenting a 2 year old take a kind of patience most of us lack. But, it is also so incredibly rewarding. Watching her grow and learn and find her place in the world is so wonderful. Seeing the world through the eyes of a 2 year old, especially such a sweet, intelligent and inquisitive one is like nothing else.
Happy 1/2 Birthday sweet girl!