Sometimes I feel like rebelling against all these sugary-sweet baby paraphernalia. Everything in children buying land is so damn cutsey and Disney like. Girls must wear pink and play with dolls and boys wear blue and play with firetrucks. It’s so, so boring. Children are seemingly destined to a childhood with either Barbie or G.I. Joe. Then girls are expected to have little tea parties with their little girlie friends while boys are building train tracks or playing football with their dad outside.
I refuse! My children shall play with twigs and pine cones from our backyard, and they shall make fortresses out of large delivery boxes.
And I will not paint the nursery blue or pink! Instead there will be black walls, pet spiders from the garden, and piped in Ozzy music.
Ok fine. I will settle for yellow and Winnie the Pooh.
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Saturday, September 22, 2007 at 5:19
Hah! My thoughts exactly… and now our whole nursery is slammed from one wall to other with Pooh. Oops?
I will say that I went so far as to respectfully ask that the amount of pink colored gifts be as limited as possible.