Living off my memories, here's a post I wrote when I was in a very happy place, in spite of all the screams and shouts and temper tantrums, because I was home with my little angel, Ellie.
Little Ellie is an enigma, generally speaking, maybe because her mommy is not the brightest person (and I blame it all on my blond hair! That's right, it's not me, it's the hair!) and cannot read between the lines (read babble) nor the temper tantrums.
The thingy is more obvious when it comes to clothing, particularly her choice of clothing. The other day she's grabbed these stuff from a pile of clothing, mommy was trying to fold oh, so nicely, and at first she was just fooling around, which means she was playing the housewife, cleaning up the house (that's right, with her own clothing!) and later on she finally realized those are for wearing, to her mommy's relief and asked me to help her put them on.
I was impressed by her choice, as clueless and accidental as it was, because not only that she's color matched the blouse, trousers and bootees but the trousers have a little girly touch on it, a pretty bow.
So I was just about to say "That's my girly girl!" when she suddenly grabbed this toy,
that has nothing in common with girls, or bows, or any other pretty little things,
so typical for a girl.
Meet "The Matcho", my tomboy daughter's newest best friend.
So much for labeling her one way or another.