Girls, Girls, Girls

Okay, so really, can you believe these ponies?

They are marching. In case that's unclear. In a parade. A tidy little pony parade created by the joint efforts of both girls, giving preferential placement to each of their favorites, of course. And in case you are thinking that is a lot of ponies, you should know...we have more.

Some were tired. Or busy. Or pooping rainbows.My kids have plenty of gender neutral toys...and even some monster trucks. Keelyn got a train set for her birthday. Hailey even wears blue and other non-pink colors. Once in a while.

Anyway, we went to a birthday party a few weeks ago, and we were the only family in attendance that did not have any boys. As the birthday boys tore on from one gift to the next, I realized something. We were also the only family that did not bring dinosaurs.

(Go on - Gasp! - and a few OMG, what were you thinkings???) Hideous, huh?

No, thank you. The closest to a "boy" gift I got with my girls' help was some drawing materials. You know, for quiet play. Mind you, dinosaurs and drawing are both known favorites in this particular household...but the point is the dinosaur idea never even crossed my mind. Not once.

It left me to realize how much of a girl each of my girls really is. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But it's just so. And when we carry a 3:1 majority (4:1 if you count Diva), it's probably not going to change much. Like minded people don't tend to change the minds of each other's like minds, if you know what I mean.

Just sayin'. If you're thinkin' pink, you're gold around here. If you need to know the names of all of Tinkerbell's fairy friends, you're in luck. Heck, if you want to see some cool old matchbox cars stroll along the lines on the kitchen floor (in Pony Parade fashion of course), we can do that. However, if you expect said cars to crush each other as they race across the floor, charging into walls, and causing children to make all manner of spitting noises to mimic what that might sound like in the mind of a four-year-old, you'll have to look elsewhere. I'm not sure how this happened, but I can tell you, the buck stops there.