Month: May 2010

Last fall, a few weeks after The Civee and I found out we were having a baby, we were walking through the baby section of Target and saw this onesie (and yes, that’s a technical term) that had a dinosaur playing a guitar, exclaiming ‘You Rock.’  We thought that it was cute and decided that boy or girl, our child would look good in it.

Well, Hope has outgrown all her newborn clothes and is now onto the three-month size (even though she’s a little more than six weeks old) so The Civee and I figured now would be a good time to have her wear the very first thing we ever bought for her.  As you can see in the picture, she was quite happy to be wearing it (she smiles all the time and it’s pretty cool).  Some people have commented that the outfit is nice, but because it’s blue and gray, it’s not really girly.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around what that means.  Hope has a lot of pink, red and purple clothes and looks really good in them.  But there’s nothing wrong with her diversifying her color palette. Besides, as she is one of the world’s youngest Yankees fans, I’d much rather have her wear the traditional Yankee colors than one of pink outfits with a pink interlocking NY (even though she has one of those too).

So people think that the blue and grey isn’t girly enough.  But the guitar-playing dinosaur is really cool.  And that’s another thing with most of the girls clothes out there.  Go to any baby clothing aisle and (besides the color) you’ll notice a tremendous difference between the boy’s clothes and the girl’s clothes.  The girl’s shirts often have messages like “I’m So Cute” or “Mommy’s Little Sweetie” or “Future Princess” written on the front.  On the other hand, the boy’s shirts have things like “You Rock” or “Little Fire Chief” or “Future Rocket Scientist.”  Notice anything different here?  While there’s nothing wrong with exclaiming a baby’s cuteness, why should my daughter feel unladylike if her parents wish to proclaim the possibility that one day, she could be a rocket scientist, fire chief or rock star?

And as I mentioned, the dinosaur playing the guitar is really cool.

The Civee and I can’t believe it: we’ve kept our daughter Hope alive for a month!

The past month has certainly been different for us- having to arrange our schedule around her and paying attention to every single little cry to tell if she needs food, to be changed, or just wants our attention.  But it’s been a lot of fun.  We have this little person who’s developing her own personality.  She can smile (we think), lift her head up and give us some serious eye contact.  She also likes to go out with mom and dad.  The Civee and I have taken her to all sorts of places and not once has she caused a scene (so far).

If I had one complaint, it would be that everyone who says babies sleep 16 hours per day was lying.  Because whenever it’s my time to watch Hope late at night, she’s wide awake.  Of course, it could just be she wants to hang out and watch Sledge Hammer! and Lost with me.  And I’m perfectly fine with that.

The surprising thing (to me) is that I haven’t dropped her or forgotten her anywhere.  There’s still time to do that, but with each day, I get a little better at this parenting thing.