My Mom Is A House Frau

This morning I got the kids dressed in a rush to get Kieran off to school. Jenna woke up at 7:45 this morning so I was a bit behind. I got Kieran dressed and then Jenna. Both of my kids were dressed well. Kieran in his light blue Polo and nice jeans, Jenna in her new chocolate brown top, pink skirt and pink flower Pedipeds. I'm getting them in the car realizing that I'm dressed in crappy sweats, a t-shirt, flip flops and my hair's in a pony tail. What's wrong with this picture?

Another issue that's been driving me nuts is people who don't think before they speak. Why do I bother dressing my daughter in pink if they're still going to call her a boy? Who dresses their infant sons in pink?!?

Tuesday I take Jenna to BJ's while Kieran is in school. As I enter 2 of the greeters at the front entrance approach my cart. They're 2 ladies probably in their 70's. Jenna is in a hot pink and purple striped dress. Keywords here...PINK and DRESS. The one lady comes up to Jenna and says "Oh what a beautiful baby. Isn't HE cute. How old is he, 6 months?" Ok, have you looked at the size of my daughter?!? 6 months? "No, she (and I stressed the she) is 8 months old." The one lady looks at me and says, "Oh, I thought she was a boy with her short hair." Ok, for one thing, short hair?!? She's a baby. That's not exactly the term I would use. Second of all, is every baby with little hair supposed to be a boy and those with lots a girl? Hmm, I must have missed that memo. Think, ladies, think! Honestly.

Today we go to BJ's again because I forgot a few things on Tuesday. I head to the snack area to get a soda and the lady at the register smiles at Jenna and says, "My, what a big boy you are!" I didn't get mad this time nor did I say anything other than smile at her. I give the lady a break because Jenna's shirt was brown. Pretty generic. But she could visibly see the pink skirt and pink floral shoes. (pictured above but she did not have a view of the black soles of the shoes) Seriously, I'm not having much luck at BJ's.

Well, Jenna's upstairs calling me from her crib. "ma ma ma ma ma"