I think it is safe to say that we all know I have a slight gender preference.
I love little girls. Maybe it is because my sister is one, maybe it is because I love drama or maybe it is just because I like to shop. But I would have been mighty satisfied with a family of four daughters. Alas, that is not to be. Luckily, I will have at least one, one who is very lucky because I will heap all my hopes (and shoes and accessories) for four onto her and her alone.
With summer approaching, yesterday was a great day to do some shopping for Sam. She has a huge number of dresses for the summer, but very few play clothes. Since I needed to go to Stride Rite (a girl needs more than two pairs of shoes, dammit) I also stopped in at another couple baby stores as well.
While I would not call it a "spree" perse, I did go just a tad nuts. When I returned to the car, armed with bags and bags of baby clothing, R took one look at me and said, "Did you buy anything for the boy?"
Um, nope. I excuse myself by saying that newborn clothing is boring and they are in PJs/onesies all day anyway. But the reality is, could I ever get anything THIS cute for a boy?
Can't you just picture her with a pair of pom-pom roller skates, a terry cloth headband and the Saturday Night Fever theme playing in the background. Even R could not resist singing the Three's Company theme when she showed up with this.
Let's face it, for a girl who loved dolls, having a baby girl is probably the most fun thing I will ever do. I promise I will adore my son in many unique ways (at least I hope so), but having a girl is just about as fun as I imagined (minus the tantrums and stubborn willfulness, which I am sure will only get worse).
And since yesterday was our tribute to the 70's. I give you none other than my own little Crocodile Rocker: