Anyone who knows me well knows that I am not really a girly-girl.
I don't curl my hair, wear make-up or jewelry and I definitely don't wear nail polish. I didn't really think that Ryan was a girly-girl either, with the exception of her pink obsession. However, society has been doing its job (much to my dismay - not that I think that there is anything wrong with being a girly-girl, I just don't want her to fall into a gender role trap out of some sense of obligation) and she is already acutely aware that the things that girls and boys do are different.
For the last couple of weeks she has been asking for poshish (polish) and has been talking about it to anyone who'll listen. I get updates when I pick her up from daycare. "Mama's going to get me some pink poshish for my toes!' So, finally we made it to the store.
She also got some head bands - blue like Caillou's Mom and is pretty tickled with her transformation. Who and I to rain on her parade! Well actually I did rain on it a little this morning when she wanted ME to put on some poshish. To that the answer was an unwavering NO!