I wanted to buy everything in pink from the moment I found out Leah was a girl.
The crazy part? I've never even liked pink!
I blame my mother. She went off the deep-end and attempted to drown me in pink when I was a child. So I revolted. I liked green and purple and blue and yellow; anything that offered me a little variety.
And then that darn cake came back pink.
Somewhere deep inside me, a floodgate opened. Suddenly I needed to define my baby. She's a girl, and baby girls need pink.
Not to mention, society has given us a wealth of opportunities to declare, "MY BABY IS A GIRL!" in everything from bedding, bouncers and high chairs, to wash rags, pack-and-plays, swings and so much more. (And let's not even talk about the clothes, it's just too obvious.)
I restrained myself. I went for the green bedding, a neutral pack-and-play, and a black car seat and stroller so that other hypothetical future babies would feel free to be boys, should God divine it that way. That's just good planning, after all.
But this? This I couldn't resist.
Besides, as my husband reminded me as I debated about getting a neutral one... she's going to be sitting in some version of this carseat for the next 6 plus years.
Realistically? No other child of ours is going to use this car seat.
So it's pink. And I am quite happy about it.
The fact that my baby is in a front-facing, big-girl car seat is a totally different story.
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