Pink
So Geoff and I are *so* religious that we attend three churches. Okay, maybe it has less to do with our profound faith and more to do with our inability to make a decision. In any case, we occasionally attend at the church Geoff grew up in (in Winnipeg), the church I grew up in (in Niverville), and a church we've discovered together and really like (in Winnipeg).This morning, Briony made her first appearance at Geoff's church in Winnipeg and met many, many adoring fans there. The odd thing? Lots of people asked if she was a boy or a girl... And she was wearing head-to-toe PINK. Um, what?!
Labels: Briony, Church the Universe and Everything
posted by Lindsay @ 9:26 PM
8 Comments:
that SO happened to me all the time. I had Emma in head to toe pink, covered in a pink blanket, and carrying a pink diaper bag...lol...it gets easier once you can put ponytails in her hair!
ALL THE TIME. So annoying. Actually - less annoying when people ask if she's a boy or girl, more annoying when they ask how old my little boy is.
I've come to enjoy when people refer to her as "the baby."
People are so dense!
I had a clerk in a store pissed off at me for the way Ezra was dressed a few weeks ago. Camo pants, navy shirt & boots. With a pretty hair clip that he found in the house. It's equal opportunity around here. The woman clearly couldn't figure out which way things were supposed to go and let her irritation show. I tried not to snicker out loud.
For the record, I have messed up and called a boy in a pink onesie a girl.
Haha - Tannis, that's hilarious.
There was much debate over a baby gift that a friend of mine planned to give us. It's a baby carrier, but we discussed the colour options at length... In the end, we decided on an icy baby blue because I love the colour and it will look good with most of the colours I normally wear - but I'm sure I'll be hearing about the 'boy' colour we chose for our baby girl. Whatever. Geoff can put on his pink polo and people can think whatever they want to :)
I got that all the time! Ava still has little to no hair and I work very hard for a wee little ponytail:) Ava was about 1 year old when she was walking, wearing a pink dress, a pink hair clip and someone from church told me that I had a very cute little boy!
Is it more or less irritating when people ask if it's a girl or boy? I'd rather have people guess wrong than get into a discussion with a stranger about it. I had a conversation with an old man about my son "Ivan" once. Ivy was only a few months old, she didn't care so I let it go. I knew I'd never see him again.
I think I'll use the "cute baby" comment, that simplifies things.
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