Girl? Boy? Who knows...

I thought I would do a more detailed post on how often Curran gets a called a boy. There is one outfit in particular, that for some reason, really gave people a lot of trouble this fall/winter. Would it be a blue outfit, you ask? Nope. How about green? Nope. White, maybe? Nope. It was pink. Yes, every time C wore this pink {and ok, dark gray striped} outfit, people thought she was boy. And the pink looks pinker in real life, I promise.

She had it on one day when we went to eat at Another Broken Egg one day. It was really crowded, so I was walking her around so she wouldn't get fussy. As we walked by an older gentleman, he stopped us.

Man: "Oh he is so precious! How old is he?"

Me: "She is almost 4 months old."

Man: "Oh look {to his wife}, he is just so cute! He's a big fella, isn't he?" {this was when she was a little chunkier}

Me: "Yes, she is."

Man to me as we walked outside: "Don't let him catch a cold!"

I mean, do you not hear me? Ok, I will let it slide this time since he is elderly.

Then when we were picking out the Christmas tree, C was wearing the same outfit, and a younger man commented on how cute he was. John was holding her at the time, so I just think he said "thanks" and walked off. Who knows. Notice she had a pink pacifier clip, too.

Ok, so maybe the outfit's not bright pink, but still.

I had the first picture above on my bulletin board at work until yesterday {I switched it out for a more recent one}. And remember that patients come to my desk. Most people thought she was a boy when they saw that picture. They would always say, "Is that your little boy? He's such a happy baby!" I don't get it...to me it's obvious that the outfit is pink, despite the fact that the gray looks black. Why would I dress a boy in pink? Now I will go ahead and say that if I ever have a boy, I'm sure he will get mistaken for a girl because I will have him in all kinds of cute smocked outfits! :)

I think I am sensitive about it because I was called a boy so much growing up. It's not because I had a bowl cut {THANK YOU, Mom!!}, but I was a major tomboy and kept a baseball hat on my head for several years.

And maybe also because I dressed like this for one Halloween:

Here's a closer look. Yes, that's me on  the left. I loved my Ole Miss uniform. I got tickled when I found this picture, particularly at Chris. I love her facial expression and that she's holding onto her tail. And I guess I thought I needed to pose like I was in a team picture.

Or maybe this:

You guessed it...that's me on the left in a Transformers costume my dad made me. It was very cool, but I could not turn my head with that helmet on. It was a tight squeeze. My parents still have that costume in their attic.

Next I will have to find some pictures of me in my beloved baseball hats.