I've never really considered myself a girlie-girl. For a long time my favourite pastimes really had nothing to do with hair/makeup/dresses/dolls etc. I am proud to say I never owned one of those crying-weeing-feeding baby dolls, either.
But baby girls are cute.
When S was born, I came over all girlie. Suddenly pink re-entered my life after a 20 year absence. I don't know why - some kind of hormone flush, or something.
Now that she's getting older, I have the privilege of seeing her learning to play in her own way. And it's totally different to her brother. J throws things: cars, Lambie, blocks of Lego, crayons - they all take off on some far-off rocket journey across the play room. But S plays differently. Her current favourite thing to do is to try on different hats. Usually she picks up whatever hat is lying around on the floor: her brother's sun hat, mum's green gardening hat, bicycle helmets, or a discarded pink frilly thing. Today, however, she discovered her hat drawer - and it was on for young (S) and old (me).
Who would have thought that watching a baby try on hats would be so much fun?
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