Before I had kids I would daydream about what it would all be like. When I imagined the cutest parts of being a Mommy, I often imagined green velvet dresses with white faux fur mufflers…tiny black patent leather shoes slipped over white knitted tights. I dreamed of pink ruffled underwear and impossibly small bows “glued” to tiny pigtails with Karo syrup.
My reality is that darling little dresses and ruffled underwear are things that I will not be purchasing unless my sons give me Granddaughters someday…but that doesn’t mean that I am not surrounded by heart-melting amounts of “cute” everyday.
I do not think that there is anything cuter than a little boy in footie pajamas.
I love that these jammies make him look tall and skinny and make his head look to big for his body. A tiny toddler lollipop running around the house, chasing bubbles and making intricate shapes with his fingers.
These days I cannot imagine raising a daughter. When we visit a toy store, or the toy department at Target, we never go down the Princess and doll aisles. I have no idea what career Barbie has right now, or what special “tricks” the doll babies can do.
I do know about Lightning McQueen and Thomas the Tank Engine. I buy foam darts for Nerf guns that are bigger than my leg and can tell you exactly how badly it hurts to step on an arm from a Bionicle robot. I am surrounded by everything boy but I am also surrounded in cuteness…without a bit of pink in sight…and I love it.