Monday, February 02, 2009

Boys Vs Girls

Is it just me or are girls more complicated than boys?

I mean... in the little-ones stage of life?

Or is it that my boy is older and can do more things for himself?

But no. It's a social thing.

We have a basic weekday morning schedule around here:
Get dressed.
Eat breakfast (if you are going with Daddy we skip this step and eat at daycare).
Hair, face & teeth.
Gather special things.
Coat & shoes.
To the car.

Sweet gets dressed. He has a few decisions to make. He has to decide between spiderman and batman undies and short or long white socks. His bottoms choices are jeans, silky running pants, camo cargo pants or sweats. His tops are long or short sleeve t-shirts. Sometimes he wears a sweatshirt.

Tuff has so many more options. Dresses, skirts, tights, white socks, pink socks, t-shirts, fancy shirts, sweaters, sweatshirts, ponchos, vests, jeans, leggings, fight mama asking to wear a leotard (no... not to daycare), turtlenecks, sweats, stripes, dots, flowers, camo, solids, pastels.

Girls have hair issues. Sweet has a buzz cut. His daddy does his hair. Tuff has bangs and end-trims and squirty leave-in conditioner with an octopus on the label. Tuff has ponytail holders and clippies and headbands. She can wear piggies, clips, ponies, pony-in-a-clip, a little up and a little down, and "I wanna wear my hair like Grandma." (That would be up in a grabby clip in the back.)

Even the shoes are complicated. Sweet has snowboots, cowboy boots, mud boots, tennis shoes and sandals. Tuff has all of that plus more.

Poor kid. No wonder she's so contrary.

2 comments:

kae said...

Oh don't even get me started....and I hate to break it to you but it only gets worse. Instead of stubbornness I call it independent thinking.

Anonymous said...

Luckily Lainy is so young that as long as she's dressed, she's good. It's my complex that has to have her somewhat matched, although she is by no means fashionable--Suri Cruise, she is not. Luckily she doesn't have enough hair for anything fun yet, but it is getting to where we have to brush the bed head out with some "no more tangles" before daycare.
Although tonight (for my dad's surprise retirement party), she's wearing wranglers, a pink western shirt, a pink vest, and pink ariat boots. Total pink-fest. Yikes. Who can resist a toddler decked out in western gear?