The Animalia, despite our best efforts at gender neutral parenting, is a GIRL. I'm not saying that we were hoping she'd not be a girl, or even that she'd be a boy, but I guess we just figured that she was just a baby and she could play with dolls or trucks, wear overalls or dresses, that none of that stuff mattered yet. It's not that I'm that anti-pink, though I was at first. It's just that she's a baby and babies aren't programmed yet. Or are they?
The Animalia loves her dolls. She drives her car too, and makes driving noises, but she LOVES her dolls. She loves to rock them and pat their backs. She loves her clothes and will tip over a pile of laundry just to gather them all around her and touch them. She tries to dress herself and put her shoes on. She loves sparkly things. She loves purses and will put one on her wrist and parade around with it, showing it off with her arm raised up high. She likes jewelry and will create her own necklace with the strap of her diaper bag or whatever other looped thing she can find. Bracelets are objects of total fascination, she loves to twirl her wrist around whenever she's borrowed one. AND she flirts. Yes, much to my complete dismay, flirts. She makes ojitos at men, waving and getting giggly. She plays with boys at baby gym or sometimes not, sometimes she just takes their toys away.
Yes, my daughter is a girly girl. Damn.
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