Bitten By The Pink Bug

I think it is well established by this point that I don't love pink. I feel no deep need to dress the girls in head to toe pink, and I often actively avoid pink for them. Frankly, I think K looks better in blues and greens than she does in pink, especially in pale pink. My pink avoidance is part of my general wariness about all things Disney Princessy, Hannah Montana, girly-girly glittery sillyness. I have a toddler and an infant, not little living dolls and they will have plenty of time to worry about being "pretty" when they are older.

Unfortunately, K did not get the above memo. I don't know if it is just her age, or if it is playschool, or a few of the little girls she has playdates with but suddenly EVERYTHING must be pink! I can no longer count the number of fits we have had in the morning because she wants to wear her pink pants. Don't get me wrong, I do not care what she wears as long as she is not naked and it is clean,and vaguely weather appropriate. But she only had one pair of pink pants! And I will do lots of things for my kid, but washing her one pair of pink pants every night so she can wear them again the next day just isn't going to happen (and while I am sure my housekeeper would be more than happy to do just that, she only works from 7am to 4pm, so the logistics don't work out). So I caved and bought her more "girly" pants... a set of two shades of pink and one purple. Similarly, she only has a few pink shirts, but they are all she wants to wear.

And, if it isn't pink, then she wants to wear a dress. I really wouldn't mind the dresses in principle, except we are right at the tail end of potty training (so, so close...) and while she is getting pretty good at it, being able to navigate properly lifting up and holding up a dress without um, er, lets say issues is still a bit beyond her grasp.

The one and only upside to all of this is that she now wants me to do her hair in the morning so I am no longer fighting with her to make sure it is out of her eyes. Granted, she is equally dictatorial in this arena, insisting on picking out the color of the hair ties herself and she is currently adamant that she must have TWO with ALL HER HAIR (translation, all of her hair up and in two pigtails).

She hasn't actually started discussing princesses yet. And to date she has never watched a Disney princess movie. We just don't own them, preferring Fraggle Rock (the complete series generously gifted by my brother), some Yo Gabba Gabba and a few animated movies like Up, The Jungle Book, Robin Hood and Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH (ok, she is still too young for that one). But she probably will so and that will make me sad.

Saddest of all to me, she now eschews her "socks that roar" (her dinosaur socks that she really did used to love and ask for all the time). I LIKED socks that roar. I don't know what to do with my pretty pink princess :(.